Kismet

It's his mind, my mind, and the marriage of the two. No grey, no infirmity, no condition, can ever take away the beauty of each other. I spent half my life in a gym trying to be worthy only to find that the love of my life found my mind, heard my heart, and thus captured my soul. I in him, and he in me. Kismet. Nourish the kinds of things that last far longer than the ignorant luxury it is to obsess over those of naught that will indeed pass away. Release each other to the beauty of imperfection. Sighs of happiness...