"Do you believe in soul mates?" I asked curiously.
"No. Hate the idea completely." He replied with great caution in his voice.
"How can you say that?" Now completely intrigued by our meaningless conversation.
"Because if it's true, then 90% of people will be walking through life searching for 1 person that they might never meet."
"How could you think that?"
"What are the chances that someone will land in the same city, province, country even with this person? Even if you do, think bout the people who lives are lost at a young age. Their other half will be walking around, wondering for someone that will never come."
It was a long pause between us. Me not knowing how to feel or what to think bout what he said and him, not knowing if I would take what he said in a bad way.
"What bout us? Do you think we not soulmates?"
"Would your soulmate have said that?"
Thinking, pondering on what he said I finally answered, "I don't know."
"Nor do I."
For the rest of the night. We sat, we watched, we listened to the sound of the campfire and the waves of the beach. Unsure if I will ever understand his feelings towards me.
After about 20 minutes of sitting in silence, he stood clearing his throat. He nervously says, "I believe that you are one of the best picks for me. You are my one." Then he walks off towards the car.
Even though I know he's sitting in the car, I couldn't help but to say, "I think you are my other half too. The only person in this world who makes me feels solved."
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Short Stories
De TodoJust bunch of amazing stories that is just hanging in the left wing. They just stuff that has meaning but no real story.
