She sees the stars in fleeting moments throughout life.
She sees a spark in the eyes of others, a hint of joy in their smiles- so sweetly reminiscent of theirs.

Is it possible to know someone you've never met?
Call it past lives, call it soulmates, call it whatever your heart desires-

-her heart
desires
them.

The instability of her childhood transformed her into a budding seedling, a flowering vine, a product of beauty in spite of the ugliness she faced.
And yet, she's got miles of room for growth. Miles of sky to reach.

So why does she just
know?
That the people she needs are
right here,
with her.
They say high school relationships don't last,
and maybe that's true.
But can she deny the way she feels?

The feelings of their hand,
laced in hers.
The sight of their eyes,
gazing back full of love.
The warm embrace of their arms,
as she is enclosed in their safety.

It goes deeper than romance, deeper than any primal, carnal love.

She asks a series of questions. All for
her, herself,
not them, nor anyone else.

She investigates her heart,
digs through the
shadows.
The
rusty old boxes.
And finds memories
too bitter to see the sunlight.

Is it possible for your soulmate to be the stars?
Numerous in quantity, endless in beauty, and fulfilling, comforting,
real.

The hands she holds outnumber her own, but inconvenience is a word unknown to her bubble of smiles and laughs.

The truth is, soulmates aren't a one off, a romantic memory that comes along with Halley's Comet.

A soulmate
is a person
you love
and a person
who loves you back.

Past lives brought us together, and the strings of Destiny's yarn bring us back together in a neverending pitfall of time.
You and I were always want to be together.

We were always meant to be together.
To look up and see the faces of those looking back,
the faces of the stars-

-the stars, which stay constant and true-

-is a testament to the mountains we had to climb
to be able to rest together once again.

So to you, I say, you devilish, clever little people,

I love you.