Fate is a fickle thing.
It can lead you down a path of pain, or it can take you on a journey toward happiness. There is no equity in the unpredictable. Fate is inevitable. Not everyone is destined for a happy ending.
Not every story will work out in the end. Not every love is meant to survive. Some believe we are in control of our destiny.
That we determine the outcome of our lives, the people we love, and the path we walk. But I didn’t choose to survive a plane crash.
I didn’t choose to be trapped on an island with the man who once crushed my soul. I didn’t choose to reopen my heart to a love so powerful that the end of it would be unsurvivable.
I didn’t want to fall in love with my sister’s fiancé. To feel the insurmountable pain that followed my rescue. Or let go of a man that would own my heart until the day I die.
But I am no longer allowing fate to decide my future. This next path is mine.
