The concept of werewolves always intrigued me. The way they lived their lives and protected their own with so much passion, even if it was fiction it made me want it. That much passion. One thing in particular which made my heart swoon was something they called 'mate'
MATE means SOUL MATE. Each wolf had one designed just for them. They spark up fireworks when they find each other. We humans don't have that. And it's saddening. That kind of unconditional commitment and possessiveness over a person, its astounding.
Am proud to say I found my mate though. She is, in simple terms, my perfect being. I feel things a person feels when they're in love, I am in love.
I feel whole at her very presence. I am so fond of her. When we left eachother, I miss her that very second. When we weren't what we were anymore, part of my soul died and most of my sanity went with her. I felt empty, my chest tightens at the very mention of her name. All of the lights in my world dimmed, it was so dark. I'd shed my pride to have her back. I'd suffer my worst fears if she wants me to do so.
One thing I can't stand is seeing her and realizing she wasn't mine. That'll kill me. That did kill me.
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