He wonders if this is what a soul mate is. If it’s not all that crap about kissing and having your knees turn to nothing but dust, or your backbone spark like you’ve been shocked by an electrical fence.
If, instead, it’s the same timed heartbeat, from day one. If it’s the same step of your footing or if it’s knowing when the other wakes up in the middle of the night and not spooking when they crawl into your bed with a mumbled, sorry, and their limbs wrap around yours. If it’s feeling like you’ve found all the slots and spaces and pieces filled. If you feel complete without having to kiss, without having to do anything, but look at them.
