Some love are born with the creation of the world.
Older souls. Blessed with the greatest gift. I know love, as it can not recognize anyone.
Some love born from the very beginning, when the earth was still unborn baby.
Connected to each other, even before the beginning of time. Two faces of the same. Two contrasting, which complement each other.
Some love born when the end was the beginning. When the light overcame the darkness.
Throw in the world, infinitely ask each other. Always looking for. Ever eager for the other half.
The only ones who feel the pain of the world.
The only ones who know that out there somewhere hiding something more.
(A.R)