Perhaps he had always searched for a certain affinity... a certain significance, and perhaps that was why he had always gravitated towards those in his own field, and perhaps why the few abberations that had occurred, he had sought a certain similarity between two souls and minds.
As his eyes met and held hers, holding his; eyes that sparkled with mirth and mischief; playful, rogueish tomboy eyes set in a deceptively delicate, gentle and very feminine face... as he watched, and played with her, just sitting there, it seemed enough, to just sit and watch, for as long as he could; to just be. And play.
And laugh.
No more quests for truth, no more searching for soulmates; just here and now;
just... enough.
Just... forever.
*****
There is a time to meet, and a time to part...
... and a time to be.
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