25.

I think we were made for each other, crafted from the rocks of this earth by the same blacksmith.

Our souls plucked from the same constellation in the sky.

The fates playing a cruel joke by separating us and letting us wander around like newborn lambs until we found each other again.

But there was a link that we both followed, an invisible string cosmos that was left to us by those who dictate whether we live or die.

Ever since I woke up screaming in this world I felt our string tugging me to you, to my future.

We both got lost along the way, but I trusted my feet and they led me to you.

I held your hand for the first time and I knew that I had found you.

Our hands had been created together, they were broken apart and now they were reunited once more.

Now that we have found our way along the string back to one another, please don’t let go.

I am yours. Jigsaw, soul, and all.