“And how fortunate are we, to live to see the day where we find one soul. Just one - that understood us in our entirety. The need to run to every smiling stranger on the street, or to anyone who would listen, that we’ve found each other. I’ve found him. Love - then, is to find such comfort, in knowing he exists. And that he’s happy. He exists, and I’ve lived to see the day to know he’s here, on this Earth. And all that mystical recounts on soulmates? I can solemnly swear in on my palms, that such a love - such a love, exists. And that, we must have done something good, in our past lives, to have found each other, once more. To live through this lifetime, again, once more. And without a doubt, we’d find each other in the next… and the next.”