Perhaps it's not so much what I've done to you, but rather what you’ve always been destined to feel. The heart knows its own path, even if the mind is reluctant to follow. Or maybe, there’s a part of you that seeks this connection more than you’re willing to admit. There’s no need to wonder what I did—I merely exist, and my presence is enough to dominate your every thought. I suppose we’re bound together by something far deeper than mere chance.