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Everything led up to this. |
| If I'd had any inkling of where we were headed or maybe if you had would it have thrown the whole thing off and was it necessary that this ending (or destination, ending is too final, for what we have is only the start) take us by surprise at least a little bit but then I always knew you were special (somehow) in my quiet knowing winking piece of brain that smirks at me from the back of my muddled head and watches me stumble toward the inevitable so did it start earlier than that is my hindsight still not clear enough to see the beginning of all this and maybe I was headed here since birth unknowing or maybe it started with my parents when they took their chances leaving home for the wild green Northwest (turning their backs on California) is it further still my grandparents leaving Russia only to somehow find each other in Iran (Persia, it influences all my Baba's cooking) and did fate smile when it sent them off to America knowing I would be born and struggle and somehow survive and be alone until one July night I would run into you and never be the same? |