There are so many people out there who don’t believe in soulmates. Truth be told, I was one of them too. How can there be someone who just finishes your sentences? Who knows you like the back of their hand? Who would love you for all your flaws and shortcomings? How?
But then I found him. He was me- at least, at the places that mattered. We found the same things lame, made the same stupid jokes, lazed around on the same days, loved the same movies. There are differences obviously- he sleeps more, I cry more; he loves gadgets, I love books; he is a man of few words, I am garrulous- but we like the same colour of the sky. And when we touch, I swear I’ve seen the sun sparkle.
Soulmates











