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Matthew sat on the cold concrete with his pencil in hand. He sketched in his sketchbook, singing softly as his pencil glided across the paper.

Matthew hated being alone. He strived to be in the company of someone he loved, but who? He wanted to find that guy who would kiss his forehead and let him sit in his lap. He wanted to find his true love. He was fed up with everyone else.

As Matthew closed his sketchbook, something, more like someone, caught his attention. He heard a quiet sigh and leaves rustling around the tall tree that looked out across a field. He gathered his sketchbook and pencils quickly, not noticing one of the drawings had slipped out.

As he walked, Matthew bit the inside of his lip. He wondered when he was going to meet his soulmate. Would it be months away from now? Or in just a few hours?

Only fate knew.

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