I never believed in the term 'soul mate'. Once, I told you that I found the idea preposterous, and you called me cynical.
You were there constantly, and I don't think you knew what was happening.
But I did.
Gradually, the chains and the padlocks on the dusty chest where I kept all of our memories started to come undone, wisps of nostalgia escaping from small cracks. We started spending more time in each other's company. You always stopped by the bakery after school ended, and stayed until it closed, then we would walk home together.
At some point, it became evident that maybe I wasn't as happy as I thought I was in my relationship. And after I came to terms with the realisation, everything seemed to click and I could no longer ignore the obvious fact that there was only one way you could be a part of my life.
