380 ㅡ ♕ Souls only know it feels right to be with one another.

When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.

Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another.

This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they are not there–even if they are only in the very next room. Your soul only feels their absence–it doesn't realize the separation is temporary.

379 ㅡ ♕ It was how we began.

It was how we began. Your mouth against mine, your fingers tracing along the back of my neck. You asked me to imagine what it must have been like, for the first two people who fell in love; before the word love was conceived. You said it felt that for you. Like we existed in a time before love–as though we were waiting for the word to catch up to the feeling.

378 ㅡ ♕ I wore your ring, and you wore mine.

This is where our love is found, in a strange little rhyme; where in space the beat of our hearts resound, while our bones lie in the ground. Little fragments ground down with time, where fingers once were intertwined, and I wore your ring, and you wore mine.

377 ㅡ ♕ It was you I fell in love with first.

Before I fell

in love with words,

with setting skies

and singing birds–

it was you I fell

in love with first.

376 ㅡ ♕ Soulmate, I have known you before.

I don't know how you are so familiar to me–or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before–in another time, a different place, some other existence.