““Do you think that sometimes, there are those that are meant to be together?" he asked, not breaking his gaze. I thought for a moment. "I don't know, maybe." I shrugged. "What if, there are two parts that were once a whole. Not here on earth, but," he looked skyward, then at me again with those searing golden eyes. A slight, nervous smile crept up my right cheek. He continued, "And those two parts weren't what made them whole, but the parts of them did." "You've lost me now," I said, as I loosened my grip on his embrace, shaking my head. "I'm talking about soul mates. Split aparts. It's a theory of Plato's. Except, what if the split aparts were never one, but each split apart was a part of one that was once whole?””
