We’ve gotten to that stage all soulmates reach of speaking in broken phrases and incomplete sentences, our connected and all-knowing minds filling in the blanks left by redundant words.

Our eyes are closed, but even without seeing, they’re only for each other.

I would lose him a thousand lifetimes over if it meant I got the chance to love him a thousand times. And have him love me back. If only for a little while.

Nobody sees me like you do, and without you, I’ll be invisible. I exist because you see me.