Blair is asleep. I am awake.
I listen to the quiet rhythm of his heart,
Feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest,
Run my fingers through his soft curls,
Bury my face in the warmth of his body.
Is the universe random? Does everything happen by chance?
What happenstance was it that brought him into my arms?
Whether or not there exists a Deity,
Whether or not there is a greater purpose to all things,
Whether or not there is destiny, or fate,
To whatever forces that control the universe,
That sets the course of stars, that dictates the swirling of atoms,
I am grateful, for this man in my arms.