I don't believe in destiny, or karma. We scrabble along the earth, finding what joy we can, and precious little of that. But sometimes, sometimes, I can almost believe that things work out. I have one true thing in my life, and it's mine, and hers. Sometimes I feel apprehensive, wondering how things will go wrong, as they so often do. But then I stand in the moment, in the stress of her regard, and it burns away my cynicism.