This was not happening. Some million year old book did not just decide who I was going to end up with in life. Not even a who--a whom--two people who destiny itself said would share in my future as some bringer of peace between people not interested in the concept. Two people I’d share a kiss with, stand at the altar with one day--oh my God, would we all share beds? Would they just take turns with me every other day? How would dates not feel like third-wheeling one of them, or sensual ...