Losing my virginity to fate
On the warm morning of 29th march, it all happened. It was as if I had been waiting two years for her to undress. Her deadly yet beautiful curves that had taken me on an emotional and physical rollercoaster now seemed welcoming. She had fired me with a barrage of “No”s all this while , while I desperately pleaded for her attention and it was as if she had decided to relase all that of her pent-up affection she had towards me on that day. Most importantly so, it was worth it. All that disappointment culminated into the moment of pure ecstasy when she decided to seduce me helpless and hapless and leave me awed and overwhelmed. Yes, I am talking about the day when fate and I finally put aside our differences and became one: when she finally decided its a high-fudging-time for a college to accept me already. Not only JUST a college but my dream college. The day I got accepted at Hamilton. And there in the form of that acceptance letter was the climax of our unity, devoid of self-loath and embarrasment. That letter was the remnant of my passion, as my love for fate rekindled.
