soulmates? are you asking me if i believe in you? nothing weaker than fate could hold us like this for so many years. we hang in the almost, the inbetween, the 'i love you but i am too afraid to say it'. it's been so long, and maybe that's a good thing. now if the strings of maybe are cut and we fall, fall towards each other, then surely it's better that we can reference time with our love. 'i have always loved you i have alwayslovedyou ihavealwayslovedyou'. stronger, fiercer, slower than anything i've ever touched, immune to the swings and carousels of soul-kisses, of the fleeting moments. but fuck, i'm just a hopeless cynic. what would i know about the inbetween other than it's where i lie because i'm too scared to move.