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» every time we die, a piece of us becomes a star. galaxies form from single souls. modern astronomy has observed two bar spiral galaxies with hooked arms, forever connected in a dizzying dance throughout the universe. these are soulmates.
» You took me to the top of our city wall, where we found a dark place in the long stretch between burning watchtowers. I told you that I thought your eyes were beautiful. You told me that they were the same color as my own, but I didn’t believe you.
» A few minutes later, you rounded the counter and sat in the opposite side of the couch, picking up a dogeared book from the short table beside the sofa arm. We sat together in silence save for your turning pages and my occasional accidental slurping.
» I was only ten minutes late, but you weren’t there. I waited, and I waited, and I waited.
» I had a letter to write. I had an envelope to go pick out. That night, I sat down at the small desk in my room and pulled out a piece of notebook paper, pencil ready.
» I fell because I had wanted you. In the most human, unholy way possible. I had wanted to entwine my soul with yours, abandon my garrison, my army, my brothers, all for you. I wanted us to explore the universe together and alone but for each other’s company.
»ten. lovers.