whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I want to be with you. It is as simple, and as complicated as that.

He traces tiny little circles on the lines of my palm, looking all so serious. "Can you really read palms?" I ask. "Yes," He says. "What's my future then?" And I swear, his eyes light up like a thousand fireflies, and a smile crosses his lips for the first time. "Us."