I stopped believing that a soul was found in a person, feeling doubtful when looking at empty hearts of passersby. But that changed when I found yours and I know how your soul breathes in me. It engulfs me. And even a nun in the church pews can’t keep herself from staring into the depths of your eyes. And you look like rain. And like fallen leaves on an October day. And you pour onto me like nothing in this world could make me more heavy. Our connection is better than what they show in the movies. I want to turn off the lights and only feel how your silhouette holds me. And I want to know you. I want to know you deeply.