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Never Again 🌷 “People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

Surprisingly, I found you, and I felt enchanted by the aura of peace that you carry. You calmed the waves, pulled me out of the water of tumult, and took away the fog from my eyes so that I could see the true pictorial depiction of a life with hope. You brought to my understanding the fact that we make our own rainbow no matter the challenges we've encountered. I couldn't help but fall sanely in love with you. My soul feels so at peace now with you around me. I've written this letter to profess my feelings for you and to tell you that I ain't ever going to walk away from this ecstasy even till the end of time."

Keenan asked, sighing. “Haha.. Since this is all in good fun, I’ve decided to humor you dear sender of this message and will answer this question. Yes, I believe in soulmates. I believe that if you are truly fated to each other, then you would find your way back in each other’s life. Of course, I hope that I would be able to recognize him and he in turn would recognize me. Hahaha..” “Dawn, I didn’t know you’re such a hopeless romantic?” Evelyn asked.

“There’s an old tale that says soul mates’ minds are connected from birth. When you can’t sleep, your soul mate can’t sleep either.” *** ~Aiden I rolled on the cold bed for the millionth time. Sleep seemed too far and I missed her, without her, I am just an empty shell. I lay there on the bed reliving the happier times when I had her snuggling into my chest, her floral scent wafting through my nostrils. Her body fitting perfectly against mine. Her little moans of pleasure—aroused me even now.

It’s like I stepped on the shattered pieces of her broken heart. I reached for my phone and texted Blake. I feel like I need his company. To: Blake can you please meet me at brown brick? Message sent! I took a cab and told the driver to drop me at Brown Brick. It's a small cafe and resto located in our town. When I arrived at the cafe, I already picked a table and ordered an iced coffee that I can drink while waiting for him.

In that chaotic moment, time stood still, and all that mattered was her safety. As the days turned into weeks, our connection deepened. We spent countless hours talking, sharing our dreams, fears, and aspirations. In those quiet moments, I caught glimpses of her genuine spirit, her unyielding determination, and unwavering courage. There was an undeniable magnetism between us, a gravitational pull that neither of us could resist. I knew then, with absolute certainty, that I had found my soulmate. My Luna.

I took a seat by the roots, leaning back. I slowly opened the letter, seeing his hand writing again. I'd only ever seen it on the notes on my gifts. This felt different, more personal. I wonder what advice he has for me today. Why did I need the letter yesterday? Dearest Ares, I know you’re going through a hard time right now. It’s hard to be in love with someone who doesn’t feel the same way about you. I felt this way about your mother for the longest time. I know it is difficult, especially to watch them be happy with someone else. I promise you, it will get better. You will find your mate soon, and the pain you are feeling will be a distant memory.

I turn my body into his more, and he moves his face closer to mine, until his nose almost brushes my skin as I read the letter in our hands. “Dear Sugar Plum, I’m sorry. Again. I failed you. Again. I keep failing you, keep almost losing you. But not again. I’m not losing you again. I know you don’t fully comprehend what it means to be mates, what the mate bond means to wolves, but I’m going to show you. It’s not just a magical connection that tells me I have to be with you. It’s more than that…” “This is probably the cheesiest and yet most romantic idea for centerpieces I think I’ve ever seen,” I say as I finish reading the letter.

I pick it up and hold it close to my face, the soft leather cooling my face. There’s an envelope sticking out. Slowly, I pull it out. It’s a letter addressed to me. “To Jacob, my hunk of love and soul twin If you’re reading this, I’m probably not around anymore. I may have passed on weeks or years from now. And hopefully, my words will bring you some sort of comforty. As I’m writing this, I can feel the rise and fall of your chest as you sleep. There’s a smile on your face, I hope you’re dreaming of me.

He had been quiet today, and it made me nervous. "Silver," He said at last. "What do you know of soulmates?" So that was it. Tears began to well in my eyes, and my hands shook. Logan had found his soulmate, and he was going to leave me. "Not much." I admitted, desperately trying to keep my voice steady. "Your soulmate is your other half as ordained by the Fates. Once you meet them, they're all you want, all you care about."