Afterthought

It started out as nothing, I really did not care

But then it grew, yes it grew into something

But why you ask, or I suppose I ask, did this nothing become something?

Perhaps it’s fate…

No, fate is far too kind

So is it random?

No, it’s too much of something to be random

So what is this simplistic nothing that became this amazing, passionate, yet tragic something?

Well, it is love.