“Whatever the stuff souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
No they don’t finish each other sentences or color coordinate their outfits. She’s sweet and agreeable and his cop instincts keep him cautiously optimistic. They seem as different as night and day. Yet they work. They thrive even. I got to know them though out our day together and it didn’t take long before I saw why. They were both more generous to the other, then they were to themselves. They both made amendments to their wants and needs at each turn to ensure the well being of the other. Both young, but impressive beyond their years. I felt very honored to be apart of their lives.
In the end, it hit me… Love is the stuff souls are made of… and yes his and hers were the same.
