Words are strange creatures. They have a delightful habit of sneaking up on you when you least expect it. Where they come from is still a mystery to me. Maybe the heart, perhaps our imagination, quite possibly another dimension we are yet to discover.
We’re soul mates,” she whispered. “A love like ours can never be lost. Not now, not ever. When you take your last breath, it will just be a momentary pause in time, before our lips find each other once more.”