I'm writing. This pen is beautiful. It's gliding across this journal's paper. It's sprinkling rain and a little humid. It's a little grey outside and I've got the warm light of my lamps on. These are the little things in my life that keep me soft and happy. And it's Sunday.
I read today that soulmates are created from the same star. I love that. Humans are a combination of the elements as star. I believe this completely. I also read that it cannot be that a heart like yours, that contains so much love, will never find another loving heart to match it. You find it. You match with it. Magical. Stardust. Destiny.