Definition

I've heard it in a movie that there's no such thing as destiny. There are only choices. Some of them are very important. Some not. It's those important choices that we make that determines who we are. I love you, not as a choice, but because I fell in love with you. If I were to make a choice, I am not sure if I'd be so wise enough to pick you. Knowing everyone I knew till now and then knowing you, it is certain that I'd pick you, if ever there's such thing as choice in this regard. Some choices are made for us, like random - there must be some meaning to it, or there isn't any. Just silent musings. People call it destiny, some call it luck. I call it life. If I were to be determined by the choices I make, I'd try to call loving you as a choice, because it'd be the loveliest one. Or prbly, I wouldn't call it a choice because I don't want to claim doing something that hasn't been done by me. Either way, loving you is ultimate. And I'm happy for it. Keep smiling dear...

(This one's a bit blur/dark/like a gloomy thing, but it isn't)