Colliding With Fate

by A.E. Valdez

We don’t always have to let our walls down completely. Sometimes all we need is a little light to shine through the cracks to make a difference.”

could give you me right now, I would. But it would be fragments of me. I’m fucked up. And you deserve everything.

You want the guy who is going to give you everything you dreamt of, but also drives you mad.”

I watch her fall with me. In this moment, I realize she is the only person I would ever want to fall with. I know I came here because I didn’t want Lincoln, or any other guy, to have the chance to possibly know her in this way. The way that only I know her. I want this moment, and any others with her, to be only for me. With me.

I’m longing for the guy sitting across from me. The guy who’s a walking train wreck. The terrifying part is I don’t even give a fuck if he crashes into me. He could shatter me into tiny little pieces and it wouldn’t matter. As long as I’d be with him–I’d go down with him.

In these moments, everything else fades away. All I see is her. All I feel is her. When I fall into the softness of her my soul and sorrows are wrapped in peace.

I think we take everything for granted until we’ve lost it or are at risk of losing it.

“there’s nothing for you in the past. No matter how much you think it through, there’s not a single thing you can do to change it. We have right now–this moment.

is like a warm stack of blueberry pancakes doused in syrup. My comfort and delight.

What made you change your mind about us?” “There was nothing to change. I never said that I didn’t care about you or want to be with you. I said I wasn’t ready for a relationship.” He lets out a sigh, lying back on his bed. “I still don’t feel like I’m ready, but I know I care about you.” He says, looking at me. “I told you I want you to be happy, but I want you to be happy with me.”

“I… didn’t want to open myself up to the possibility of more pain. Being in a relationship means I have to be open. It was easier to be alone. I only had to consider myself. But then you came along and caused me to question if that was true.” He looks at me. “Quinn… I have no fucking idea what I’m doing. I care about you a lot… and I hope that’s enough for now.”

I pull her towards me, wrapping her in my arms, and kiss the top of her head. “I truly don’t understand why you’re with my crazy ass, but I’m glad you are.” She laughs, stands on her tiptoes and kisses me. “I must be crazy too if I’m with you.”

We decided on a Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star theme and I have to admit, it looks amazing. Stella swats my hand away from the cake she just sat on the counter. “Don’t you dare touch that!” “What? I was just looking.” It’s a two tiered cake. The bottom is navy blue and the top is baby pink. Both layers are covered in gold stars and white clouds with “how we wonder what you are” written on the side of the top tier.

we collided with fate. Fell, crashed, and fucking burned. But we fell together, crashed together, and we fucking burned together. Nothing is perfect. But me and her, us–we’re perfect for each other. When our son asks me if I believe in fate, I’m going to tell him the story of us… of how we came to be. How we collided with fate.