My Soulmate is AS*HOLE
I’m starting to think my soulmate is an as*hole. Like, a literal one. Or worse maybe he doesn’t even exist. And yet… I feel him. That’s the part I can’t logic away. Not in dreams. Not in visions.
But in these strange, quiet corners of my day. Like a shadow brushes past my heart when no one’s around. Just a few days ago, I was talking to a man—a kind and nice MAN.
