It is not until you rhyme with a person that makes you their perfect match, it is when you are satisfied with each others peculiarities, and find jewels in their loopholes.

Finding a soulmate is an easy adventure, but the difficult part admist the game is finding your kind of person.

She had found someone who matched her, a warrior and a shield. A man she could respect; one she could argue with and enjoy. She hadn’t wanted to lose that. Hadn’t wanted to be alone...

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn’t yours. But grief comes from losing something you’ve already had.

Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. The garbage can still overflow, the bills arrive...