“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
Eleven years ago I married my best friend and soul mate on the beach in Mexico. We said our vows on Playa Paraiso and I asked him to walk with me to the edge of old age. He said we’d be together until God decided we’d be apart. We thought it would be forever. And although it’s not in the way I ever imagined it to be, he still does walk with me. Perhaps our souls knew what our hearts didn’t.