Dear Reader
He was never mine. He could never be mine. I know that now, I've known that for four years now. After all, all it took was one simple act of intimacy and he had fallen head over heels for me. All it took was one simple act of intimacy and I soon learned the truth about how mates function. I learned that the mate bond did not make you in love with your mate, but with the idea.
I understand that. I understand that destiny is not what people make it out to be. It's your choice that is important, not destiny.
I watch him, the small girl by his side, her hand in his, her blond curls and bright green eyes. She has her mother's eyes and her father's hair. As I look at the small child, I see that if I had believed in destiny, she would not be here today. He looks happy as she walks
