Cocooned inside this body

You will meet

thousands of people

within your own life time,

none of them really ever touch

you. Then you'll meet that one person

and your whole life will be transformed forever.

It will make you question everything. Some call it fate, but I prefer to it refer to it as destiny. The epiphany I experienced when my

soul recognised his face took time. I

felt this certainty that we had met

before, déjà vu; it's an odd

sensation

to

obtain.

Especially in a different body.

But your mind has been

washed clear of any

other memories.

Recognition

Is a gift

You

Leave

Yourself.

If love is the closest form of friendship that two spirits can possibly possess, what do you

do when that's not enough? What

happens when two people

become entwined into one

and it's

still not enough?

I don't know how to breathe oxygen

that hasn't brushed his lips.

I'm suffocating.

My soul is the only thing that's keeping my feet on the ground anymore. I don't want to be selfish more than I already have to be.

But he was selfish first, called

checkmate before I'd even

had the chance to move

any of my pieces. He

called quits before

we'd even

tried.

I adore my family more than life

itself, I would never hurt them intentionally.

But what if it's the only way back to him? So we can be one again?