Into the wind we vary,
Our hearts free of youth,
Mold me into envy,
If I can’t have your muse;
Under toe,
Walk to the throne,
After centuries of life.

Being able to feel love, loyalty, gratitude and happiness means you have a soul? Then all my pets are bound for heaven.

Beloved his harp cries out in the night an hour my body does shift, the jerk loves to open me up while laughter from Christ like he’s drunk. Shall I stare at her the jumping let live? My wants are my needs so within. The take gives.

Maggie would want more from every guy she dated, every relationship she had, because she was using Jamie and Mukti’s love story as a template. And she’d always be disappointed. Neither love nor life is like a fairytale…

Soul-mated pairs are becoming an endangered species.

What if you could meet your soul mate?" the ghost asked. "You 'd want to avoid that?"
"Hell, yes. The idea that there's one soul out there, waiting to merge with mine like some data-sharing program, depresses the hell out of me."
"It's not like that. It's not about losing yourself."
"Then what is it?" Alex was only half listening, still occupied with the viselike tightness of his chest.
"It's like your whole life you 've been falling toward the earth, until the moment someone catches you. And you realise that somehow you 've caught her at the same time. And together, instead of falling, you might be able to fly.