MY SOULMATE

We’re young right now. We don’t know what’s wrong and what’s right exactly, but there’s this beautiful feeling that’s inside. It keeps us going. We may be too young to fall in love, but is it really love if waiting for the right age counts? We don’t feel each other by touching each other but by words. When he’s around, no one else seems to matter. He says he loves me. I don’t know if it’s just infatuation or if it’s love. But then everything seems to work in our favor and I can’t help but believe that it is indeed love. This pure feeling binds us together. And no, we don’t always talk about romance. We’d rather annoy each other with sarcastic comments or just make each other laugh. We don’t just talk about love, we talk about other things. Maybe that’s what keeps us going. We don’t mind sharing anything with each other. No, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s my best friend and my soulmate, too. What do I call a thing like this? I guess it indeed is love that holds us together.