My mother had always told me that I would know when I had found my soulmate. Right as I was beginning to lose faith in her words, they came true.
I remember the rapid beat of my heart as we laid side-by-side. The warmth of your body pressed up against mine; our bodies covered only by the blanket of the starry night sky.
Looking into your eyes, I could see my reflection in your dark pupils. Our bodies in perfect rhythm: Inhale. Hold. Exhale.
The heat of your breath against the cool spring breeze created thick layers of curling steam, curling up into the night.
Our lips, interlocked. I could taste the faint remnant of your vanilla-bean Chapstick. Smooth, wet. Adrenaline coursing through my veins.
I remember looking at you afterwards. The outline of your body as you gazed into the endless blue abyss.
Feeling a sense of belonging; acceptance.
