Soulmates.

As they lay there, tears rolled down her face. So did his. No words were spoken. They had the same fear. The fear of losing someone you hold so dear…one day.

This fear looms over everyone but it seems especially amplified between them. They are, a void of emptiness, wanting to be filled after all. Now that they have each other, they don’t want to lose this. Not now, not ever. In that moment, the demons started to consume her mind. His, too. “Is this happiness ever going to last?” “What if he leaves first?” “What will I do then?” “How do I live without you?” As these thoughts ran through her mind, it killed her to know that one day, both of them will cease to exist.

“Soulmates find their way back to each other right?” he said. She doesn’t believe in an afterlife. He doesn’t either.

Isn’t it interesting how life makes such a fool of us sometimes. You didn’t have a say in living and neither you have a say in your death. But during this process, you find people that makes living a little more worth living again and yet you know in your mind, you will lose them eventually. Not by your own will but death really does part people. It seems unfair but in this span of time, you can only treasure them to the best of your abilities before everything comes to an eventual end. That day will come and maybe when that day comes, it will be easier. But I’m lying. It wouldn’t. It will break me.

Somewhere deep in her mind. She knows. That’s life.

Until that day comes, let’s love little harder each day, lose ourselves in each other a little deeper and make life a little more meaningful with every day forward.

I’m really glad I met you.