This in no way means I am writing fic again. Just that I wrote this. Or that it kind of wrote itself.
Disclaimer: Not mine etc etc.
How It All Began
It all began long before we even met; when we were making choices that would lead us down the paths that eventually crossed. We did and said things that shaped who we are, we learnt things about ourselves, we harboured secret wishes and fanciful dreams, we made decisions and, most importantly, mistakes. So our meeting wasn't really the beginning – it was more like the second act. When the principal characters were already in place, and the scene was set. And, like in all dramas, the challenges were there before us. The parts of our lives we couldn't erase in a heartbeat – didn't want to – and the building blocks we'd used to construct our lives that we slowly dismantled one by one, until we were ready to start building something new.
You could say it began on a Monday morning, with a bunch of flowers and a coffee made just the way I like it, and words I never thought I'd hear being spoken to me by a man I'd almost given up on. You could say it began after that, when I answered his question and we started to move forward, or you could say it began before that morning, when his daughter asked him a question that made him think a little deeper.
But, really, it all began long before that. Before either of us knew it, and certainly before we were ready for it, it had already begun.