It is written
In your eyes I saw my future reflected back at me
You found the door locked but came in; gently
A welcomed burglar you were
I didn’t even realize the door was open
I waited for you
I bled in the wait
I cursed at the gods in the wait
I hated myself in the wait
I learnt to really love myself in the wait and that has taught me how to love you
Maktub: I didn’t have to force the hand of God for you.
It was written!
You were mine!
And I yours!