He may have stolen my heart or had he taken my soul? I couldn’t be sure but I refused to let him have my pride too.

When a soul is created, so is its mate. In every lifetime those souls find each other. They complete the other's destiny.

I held his gaze. I could see the storm in his eyes. I knew he was confused. I could see the fear. Then there was the love. I saw it. The fierceness in his eyes. I believed it. I could see it clearly. But it was too late now. The love wasn't enough. Everyone always said that love was enough. It wasn't. Not when your soul was shattered.

Or maybe I’d lost my soul already. I doubted God let someone like me keep any gift from him. It was highly likely I’d been born without one.

I just bared my soul to you and all I get is an ‘okay’?

You are not a body. You have a body. You are a soul.

Everyone always says that love was enough. It wasn't. Not when your soul has been shattered.

Luckily, I's learned at an early age that self-preservation was the only way to survive with your soul intact.