She wasn’t foretold
to him by any murmur,
hearsay, folklore, tall tales,
nor by ancient texts or divinations.
But of all the lives he will live,
she will always be the one
he falls in love with.
Be him late,
be him broken, utterly unloved,
star-crossed or a lifetime defied by fate,
he will,
over
and over again,
choose her.
Always.
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