I've tempted fate a thousand times.

I’ve tempted fate a thousand times, winked at destiny and dared it to dance. I’ve walked the tightrope between surrender and defiance, one foot in devotion, the other in mischief, just to see which one he’d pull first. They say love should be soft, predictable—something that fits neatly into the palm of your hand. But this? This is chasing lightning with bare feet, laughing as the storm roars back. They warned me, "You'll lose yourself!"—as if that wasn’t the whole point. So here I am, hands open, heart reckless, staring at the sky like a fool, waiting for the next cosmic joke he’s got lined up for me.

They say love should be warm and sweet,
A gentle touch, a heart’s retreat.
A quiet gaze, a fleeting sigh,
Soft as dawn, where roses lie.

But you arrived like storms untamed,
A whispered spark, a soul inflamed.
Not silk nor gold, nor tender grace,
But thunder wrapped in night's embrace.

They warned me, "Turn, don’t lose your way,
This love will steal the light of day."
"A heart so wild, a path so steep,
Will pull you where the shadows weep."

Yet here I stand, no chains, no ties,
With fire reflecting in my eyes.
No veil to hide, no walls to mend,
No fear to bow, no fate to bend.

No hands can mold, no words contain,
The one who walks through love and pain.
A fire that burns yet keeps me whole,
A chaos carving out my soul.

So let them fear, let silence grow,
For you are all I need to know.
Let fate be blind, let time remain,
I hear you call—and its breathes your name.

They say this drives you mad, but no one warned me it’d feel like misplacing my own brain. I used to think I knew things—basic things, like where I left my keys or how to form a coherent thought—but now? Now I stare at walls, convinced they’re whispering secrets, because everything, everything, reminds me of him. Was I always this ridiculous, or did he just sneak in so quietly that I mistook eternity for déjà vu? It’s like realizing you’ve been humming the same song since birth but only just remembered the words. And the worst part? I can’t even be mad about it—I’d probably just end up laughing, only to hear the echo and wonder if it was him laughing first.

Oh, but I've tempted fate a thousand times. And he is my "Thousand and One". (:

Then, now and always.

Until next time,

Love always

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