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didn’t want kids remember? I can do this myself. My parents left me enough money and I can support myself. I don’t need a man."
    It wasn’t entirely true. I missed my dream lover so much, but knowing now I had a child growing inside me helped somewhat to ease the pain. I didn’t feel so alone anymore. I thought constantly about my pregnancy. I'd wanted a baby so much with Paul . . . but he obviously didn't reciprocate those feelings. And so he left me. Now I was pregnant and felt as if I'd been given a second chance. I was going to grab it with both hands! Destiny—that is what it was.
    Maria didn’t seem convinced and looked at me as if I was crazy. Unlike me, she wasn’t the least bit maternal and could think of nothing worse than having a snot nosed brat running around. We talked a bit more and then Maria left me with my thoughts. I felt content and in control, convinced I could do this on my own.
    I daydreamed about my dark haired man holding our baby and smiling, of the two of us cuddling and kissing and watching our baby sleeping. Walking down the street pushing the pram, going to the park, making love . . . how perfect it would be if he was real. What would I do if he was real?
    Of course, he wasn’t. I couldn’t go through life living in a dream world. I had to snap out of it and start thinking about me and my baby. I needed to focus on what was real.
    Tomorrow was late night shopping in the city, so I decided to start looking at things for the nursery. Yes, it was a bit early to start shopping for the baby, but looking and planning couldn’t hurt. It gave me something else to focus on instead of . . . Him. Him with his dreamy eyes and gorgeous smile, I could picture him now, so beautiful. If I closed my eyes, I could feel him close, breathing on my neck. I could feel his arms around my waist. God, I wanted him back. How could he leave me like this?
    I decided to go to bed. Who was I kidding? I couldn’t get him out of my head if I tried. We were connected somehow and deep in my soul I was sure he was real. How could he not be? I could still feel him and smell him. Everywhere I went I felt him close. It was so unfair. He left my dreams but was still haunting me, invisible arms embracing me and invisible lips kissing my neck. How can I forget you when you won’t let me? I lay on my bed and started to sob. I was so confused. Was I losing my mind?
    I'm sorry you're sad, whispered a familiar voice. I left because I think maybe I'm doing more harm than good. I've always been present, helping you when your parents died. Then again, when your boyfriend left. But now I know we could never be. This is no life for you and you could never love me if you knew what I was . . . knew the truth.
    He was suddenly beside me, head in his hands and looking so sad. My heart ached and I wanted so badly to hold him and say it was okay. I would always love him, no matter what. But something in his tone disturbed me and I wondered what this big secret was. How could he be anything but good? He was so loving and kind, not to mention drop dead gorgeous! I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck, declaring my feelings.
    I love you and I think we both know that I can't go back. I can’t forget you and move on . . . you are part of me now.
    He raised his head and looked into my eyes. I melted inside. There was such sorrow in his look, mixed with longing. Longing to be loved. Longing to be accepted. I could see the inner turmoil. He wanted so much to love me but was afraid—afraid of what that would mean.
    Please, I begged, burying my head into his chest. Don’t leave me again. I cannot bear to be without you!
    He looked utterly dejected and said, My heart is breaking, but it could never work. We're from different worlds and we don’t fit into each other’s lives. I can’t come into yours and I could never ask you to be part of mine.
    Don’t shut me out! Please let me in! I cried. Don’t you understand? I need you. You've