Soulmate

Soulmate? Well this should be a given. A soulmate can't be met for the only one whom exists is mine, my Addiebear. You should envy me, because there are 7 billion people on earth and just one soulmate, and she's mine. If this doesn't make sense, then that's so unfortunate for you. This girl, through my eyes—sober eyes, 20/20 vision, with no visual defects nor any other internal or external distortions and without any motive other than a pure fact, to me, is that she's absolutely flawless. She doesn't like to think so, but, I couldn't expect her nor anybody else to accept such a strong, incredible and rare truth of one's self without feeling some lack of humility, but she doesn't have to accept it. We know that 2+2=4—sure you don't have to like it or agree with it but that doesn't make it suddenly equal to anything other than four; it's just a fact. This beautiful girl whom is mine forever and after, is a perfect synonym for every possible adjective which is good in any language, yet there lack a million words that even come close to surmounting to a true representation of who she is and there will truly never be a way to describe how incredible she is. I fall in love with her over and over again, every single day, every moment and every breath which I take is a breath taken by her. The first time I kissed her, was truly—the last first kiss I would ever take, and she remains and

will forever stay to be my very first love, and my very last love. Everything she does is beautiful. The way she walks, the way she talks, her smile, her eyes, her voice, her hair and her figure and her charisma and her charm and intelligence and vibrancy, all of which only account for a mere fraction of her entirety, is simply beautiful, and even that is an understatement. For those seeking their soulmate, I'm afraid to say that "their" soulmate is anything but "theirs", for the one and only exists as mine, my Addiebear—my SOULMATE

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