Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

Does it really matter whether I ever get to hear those words from you?
Not really. 
You've shown me enough to make me believe that you do.

Is it important to classify what type of love this is?
No. I'm not a label girl.
I love without the need to have a reason as to why I love.
I simply love.

Deep down inside, I know you're that way too and that's one reason why we're in this together.
I feel it. You feel it. We both feel this shit.
So how can it be anything but real?

There was something you said to me which hit me deep that it's embedded inside me.
We were talking about us, about how well we gel.
You blurted out that we are soulmates and that's why we connect with each other the way we do.
You said that I'm the female you and you are the male me.

Yet, here we are playing this game of hide and seek. 

Soulmates.... they aren't the ones who make you the happiest,
at least not all the time.
But they are the ones who make you feel the most....
burning edges and scars and stars,
old pains and pangs,
captivation and beauty,
strain and shadows and worry and yearning,
sweetness and madness and dreamlike surrender.

Soulmates.... they can hurt you into the abyss.
At the same time, they taste like hope.