One hour quickly turns into two hours, which quickly turns into several more hours. At one point, Cash pops in to let me know he’s going to bed and asks if I want to join him. I’m physically unable to peel myself away from this computer, from his words, so I decline. Reading about us, about his experiences, about what I did to him, through his perspective, is chilling. Beautiful… but chilling.

I read all the way through the night until the sun starts to rise in the sky. My eyes burn, both from exhaustion and dried tears. I finish the whole thing. It was so beautifully painful and remarkably heartwarming all at the same time. There is one part—the very last page—that I’ve reread five times now:

“And in the end, everything is how it was meant to be. There are some things you can count on… some things that remain a constant no matter what. The stars always shine bright every single night. The sun always blazes after the moon falls every morning. And knowing souls always find their way back to each other. There is no way around it. No magic formula to deny it or fight it.

Suddenly, all the late nights, melancholy days, and moments wondering why make sense. They’re all worth it. Every heartache, every compromise, every sacrifice, doesn’t even register anymore. Because the moment his shimmering gaze locked with mine, my soul knew. It fell in love with him before my mind and heart had a chance to catch up.

The magnetic connection was felt with each smoldering look, brush of a hand, even a simple smile. I never understood the painful yearning, the ache in my chest, until being near him again felt like a lungful of oxygen after being held underwater for too long. It was simply resuscitation after drowning.

The love between me and him was never hard. Never forced. No… our love was easy. The obstacles we had to endure to find each other were the hard parts. But loving him… there’s never been anything easier. Never been anything that felt more natural.

Meant to be… destiny… fate. Call it what you want—he is mine and I am his until the end of time. And then for lifetimes after that. Souls don’t meet by chance, and his soul speaks to mine in a language only they know.

Our love was kismet.”