It just happens

It just so happens that things might move too quickly. It just so happens that it works out perfectly enough that you do not seem concerned. It just so happens that I had hope in this, hope in you, hope in us.

It just so happens that I myself am hopeless. Without it, can one really sober up, discard the inebriation, and claw through the cobwebs that my heart has spun?

You, spider. You took up residence in my heart. Quickly, too quickly. Too short. Too much. Too much of you, not enough of you, and not enough time for you.

It just so happens that I really fell for you.

Putting things in the past tense doesn't help enough.