ever thought you've met your soulmate? the other half of the same incomplete citrus fruit?
i've many a time past mindlessly talked about better halves.
i've never loosely used the word «soulmate».
here he is, within my grasp.
he is so near and yet so far.
it kills me not knowing where he takes himself to in his head.
but it kills me more learning that
you never always end up with The One.
i miss you, sourly.