A/N: Spices speaks yet again. Randomness. If you like it, great. If you don't, I don't want to hear about it.

She should have been mine. I've always protected her. Always cared for her. Always loved her. How could I not? She's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. She should have been mine, but she's not. She's in love with someone else. Through the years, she has been blind to my devotion. She's had eyes for him, and only him. I love her. I love her so much it hurts! But I want her to be happy, and happy she is. I watch her now, gliding gracefully through the garden, like a soft spring breeze. She stops to smell a flower, a flower that has nothing on her gentle beauty. She should have been mine, I think as her husband, her beloved, appears behind her and embraces her. She laughs, oh, how I love her laugh! In my lap, her tiny child stirs and whimpers. I cradle the babe to my chest, quieting her cries. I look down at my unreturned love with a heavy heart, and stroking the little one's hair; I can't help but think that she should have been mine.