Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.
Sure she was amazing to look at, but there was something more. There was a sadness there, mixed with wisdom, and pained humor. Whatever it was, I felt like I could see right down to the moths struggling on their backs in the base of her silver, shimmering soul.