Soul Mates

A little dancing and some wine. People seemed like strangers around them. Eyes that met and held across the table. Stories untold.

Time spent together and away. A bond that seemed weak and strong at the same time.

The social norms - the right and the wrong. Was it being afraid of the unknown or righteousness? which of the one is a stronger trait to prevail?

Other people in their lives that held on like leaches and sucked at their blood. The mind said one thing and the heart sailed else where.

They told their reasons. Logical and senseless at the same time. People who mattered heard on and those that didn't laughed and moved on.

Life continued in their own worlds. They didn't know if it was real or unreal. Is happiness pre-defined or self-defined?

The pain and the pleasure were akin to the feeling of cold one feels right when the fire first touches the flesh. The burn lingers long after.

And they thought they were soul mates.

Is there even such a thing? Why does gender always matter?

Their paths run in the same direction - will they cross and acknowledge each other while they leap towards their finish lines?

Humor exists beyond the human race too :-)