Prologue

I've always believed in finding the love of my life or true love. But what if, maybe, just maybe, they were two different people? What if your "perfect life" wasn't so perfect after all, but you didn't realize it? Not until a different possibility tapped your shoulder, but you were so sure of the your future you didn't recognize the better one for what it was. Would you end up settling for the not-so-perfect life, never truly acknowledging the life you could have had, or would fate intervene? Which would you be forced into living without: the love of your life or your true love?