“Tragically, if it exists, I believe one couldn’t escape the fate of a soul mate. That’s a connection with which runs deeper than comprehension itself. Yet people yern for it, believe they have it, then get burned for it, scars formed over it. Why do we do it then? Is it innate to our nature to have such a dysfunction? Or programmed only for reproduction? Yet we do the essence of it in our works of art, music, poetry, writing and design. Mated souls? What if they exist? What if they don’t? Either way, love is still a bitch.”

by Ryan L. Rinehart

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