All of these achievements were impressive for a woman of the age of twenty-five; still freshly in the Maiden years, not yet in my Mother years. I had chosen not to have children; however I was spiritual mother to my coven and my students.
At the same time, I was well aware of my place as a human being who had much to learn in the world. I would have gladly passed on the honorifics or lived without the titles bestowed upon me, so long as I was able to help others along their path. No matter what, I was content – pleased to be there for others and to spend my life in the pursuit and sharing of knowledge.
The one thing that seemed to elude me was love.
Then again, I was not exactly looking for love. It was something that I considered a complement to an already-full life.
The problem was that the love I had for someone was not returned.
At least, not in the romantic way.
He was a friend, a confidante, and I would go so far as to call him a soul mate. He would have scoffed at the word; however he also acknowledged to others that I was his closest friend. Our birthdays were within a day of each other. If you have any knowledge of either Western or Chinese astrology, you will know that this made us completely compatible.
We certainly were. There just was not that romantic attachment on his part. I had accepted this, and refused to pine for him. There were too many other wonderful things in my life for me to waste my time wishing for something I could not have.