There exists a theory in which there is an infinite number of universes,

all existing simultaneously;

That means an infinite number of you's and I's. 

At the beginning of all these different realities, our atoms were conjoined-

connected just like we are now-

then they split and we were destined to search and find each other for all of infinity.

In all of these cosmoses, we are inevitable,

that is the one thing that was always constant.

In some thought, we've crumbled like building

and were unable to piece back together our shatter lives,

but in others, we burned everything in our souls and gave it to each other.

We always made each other better.

Our love made us stronger, not weaker;

our love made us better, not worse.

We are soulmates.



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