You took my breath away. Again.

Erie PA

Description

Master Fate, ye olde wordsmith of destiny, penned the sequence of you and I, being brought face to face after a decade apart. Damn him! Olde Fate! For he had to of known, that contained within the profile of my character, lies a weakness of resilience, that would allow me being in your presence, to once again take my breath away. So strong is the allure, it is, as if, this time is not the second, but the very first time, that all of my senses were smitten by every beauty that defines you. Shall I be mesmerized into the folly of relations with you again? I have agreed to further assembly with you. Alas, I already have. Damn him! Olde Master Fate! Damn him!