I wanted to tell him what he was to me the moment I knew.
It almost slipped out...
But my mate was still so broken from Lydia , that he would likely push me away again.
The day that he pushed me away ... the day that all became clear to me . He didn't want me .
He wanted Lydia .
As much as I wanted to , I couldn't hate her. I knew that I just wouldn't be the same as her , and had little to offer to My Buzzard , other than a broken heart...
My perfect beautiful mate.
Fireheart
She stood wrapped in thought.
She did not realise how dependent I had become on her, how much I yearned for her company in my soul.
My carranam.
My soulmate, even though I had not known it then.
She was the warmth that I longed for , the light to guide you home after a time in the dark.
My mate.