I realized through all of my constant trivial mind games that I have come to find one of my very own soul mates. I don’t think I believed until his eyes met mine. And here I am awake at 2:14 thinking about how I will ever be able to tell him and whether or not he felt what I felt as well. I cannot believe that I can love someone I only knew in a possible past life.
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