Angie & Kamikaze : (Inspired by “The Headless Horseman” from Sleepy-hollow)

Falling in love is a lot like death.
It chooses you.
It decides the moment and the chain of events that will preclude the precise intersection of life in which it occurs.
It uses you – treats you as though you were malleable in it’s warm pliable hands.
It doesn’t bother if you want it, or need it, just fills the gaping hole of destiny’s design.

Love.
My world blooms with its beautiful, yet ominous, never-ending mixture of pleasure and pain – choices and regrets.
I would give all my blood to my enemies to have it completely – if I knew it would satisfy them – if I could live without it.
But I know the resolution.
I know the end of the story before it even begins.
I must choose love.
And for this, I will surely die.

It is this time in my life – a time for love and a time for death.
Fate had intertwined the two, bereaved of any mercy.
It is an exoskeleton of my being, the foundations.
The infrastructure of my life had been established long ago – the blue print written in my bloodlines.