our shadows...the darkest parts of the soul, they were ancient lovers. This love remains both intermingled in the shadows and the light holding hands in the day and kissing at night.
Old age claimed our bodies, but our spirits remained kindled, only burning brighter. Even where only shadows of our love remained, our desire to be united could not be tamed.
I found you in another life, in this life and recognized you with first touch, first laugh, first kiss...I remember feeling just like this. Our names were engraved on each other’s souls so we’d never forget but always find our way home.
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