I don't really believe in the concept of soulmates. It's romantic, sure... souls linked to each other. A bond so strong not even time or fate or death can tear them apart... but nevertheless, I have trouble believing in it. Having said that...
I believe I've found my soulmate. I've known her all her life. Both of us have basically stopped growing and have remained petite. We like the same food. We hate the same people. We enjoy the same things. We understand each other without having to say a single word.
And... this is quite spooky; our teeth are crooked in the same way.
I love her with all of my cold, black heart, and she loves me with all of her pure, white heart.
And her name... is Poochie.
Behold, my soulmate.
Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.
- Richard Bach
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