‘Quod destinatum est, inveniet viam.’

What is destined will find its way.

He was charming, precious—like a ruby in the glow of a sunset.

Green eyes.

Dark hair.

A smile made in heaven.

His cheeks pink like two sweet plums up on a tree, voice like a soft hum of a gentle wind hushing through dandelions.

While he, he was a fireball.

Blue eyes.

Broad shoulders.

Light hair.

Dimples.

Dangerously attractive, a wild card beneath a sleeve. Like iron thunder—beautiful, untamed, magnetic.

How does one know, how to choose between such choice. The moon or the sun? The mountains, or the ocean? Safety, or adventure?

He was from my dreams, wrapping me in a blanket of love I shall never expierience. Whispering sweet nothing’s I shall never forget.

And he, he was the one who my heart longed for in years. Offering me chaos, but the chaos I ached to touch.

And so I stand between them—

One, the warmth of heart,

The other, the spark that could burn me whole.

Destiny knows it’s way, carving a path I shall soon follow.

But really, how can one choose between two options, if your soul craves for both?