[ WP ] the voice of your internal monologue is actually the voice of your soulmate .

“ Oh, man, I ’ m so sorry. ” 
 
 I recognized the voice almost immediately. It was *my* voice. The voice in my head, the voice I was using right now, thinking these thoughts, this voice was mine. It sounded more musical and coppery in the atmosphere, coming from his lips. I felt as if a lost piece of me, a piece I didn ’ t know I was missing, was fulfilled. I didn ’ t believe in love at first sight, I didn ’ t believe in soulmates, until I heard that voice. All I wanted was to hear it over and over again. 
 
 In that simple moment, I saw a life with him. I saw groggy mornings, waking up and looking into those bright blue eyes. I smelled the salt of millions of beach days, an activity that I couldn ’ t stand, but with him, it was enjoyable. I felt the warmth of his touch, playing with my hair, grabbing my waist, kissing me. I heard his breath, his whispers of love. I tasted his lips, his skin. The weight of a million years of heated fights, passionate love, and longing filled me. In that simple moment, I knew he was my other half. 
 
 “ T-that ’ s okay. Um, would you like to… to get a drink sometime? ” 
 
 I felt horrible that I knocked this poor woman down, she was just walking in the street, minding her business, and I slammed right into her. She was good looking, but I was madly in love with my wife. She completed my every flaw, she constantly filled me with love, and she was the voice in my head. No one else could make me complete, and no one but me could make her complete. My soulmate. 

