See the Mouseachu! Oh, and his flunkie. You know, that pinto guy

I had resolved that my fate, too, was to be alone, and look at me? Being a hopeless romantic is nothing to be ashamed of, and certainly nothing to bury. It's part of who you are. If you try to bury it it'll just sit there and fester and keep resurfacing. Mmmm, festering romanticism. Doesn't that sound lovely ;P No more divine fate stuff. Whatever will be will be. You cannot decide what fate has in store for you before fate itself has a chance to figure it out.