She's looking at my eyes.
And I'm looking at hers.
I hope it'll stay this way forever.
Can you hear this? Its her voice in my head, but how?
Are you a psychic? I "think" back.
No, silly. She smiles. You can always hear your soulmate's inner voice in your head.
Your soulmate? Wait, if I can hear her voice, then that means -
Are you my soulmate?
She shrugs, her smile turning mischievous. I think this is proof enough.
"Alright, now think of a different person, and on my count, look at their eyes. If you meet the eyes of the person you were thinking of, you're out!"
Want to just get out right away and then talk? I ask her.
Sure.
"One, two, three!"
YOU ARE READING
The Story of Us
RomanceHow they met, how he fell appart, and how she rebuilt what they thought was broken forever.
