By the Way

Everything is perfect, everything is fine. I'm doing good, we're doing good. And then I talk to you, just talk to you. 15 minutes, maybe. And you bring me back to life, back to reality. I don't have to say one thing. Nothing. Because you already know it all. My thoughts, my doubts, insecurities, the truth. You know. How do you do that? How can you read me like that? When everyone else doesn't see, can't tell, you can. How? How can you, with one single question, uncover all my secrets? At least I thought they were secrets. But not with you. You know me better than I know myself yet when I talk to you, it's not like talking to a mirror. We're so much alike it's scary yet it never gets boring. If soul mates were real. If, before we were born, our souls were once one with someone else's'. I know mine would be you. I can feel it when we're together and I know it has to be you. There's this connection, I couldn't begin to describe. You get me like no one else does. You know the reasons behind everything I do. And visa versa. And you aren't threatened by it. You don't try to get the upper hand and you don't try to compete, you just accept it. And it sucks because now I'm here and you're there and that's how we have to stay.
"I thought God was supposed to have a plan. Is this really a part of it?"
"We choose our own paths."
Do you need any more proof?