He tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear. “Which part?”
“About our souls understanding each other.”
“My soul understood yours the very first time I saw you. It called to yours softly saying, ‘One day we will be complete in each other.’”
I smiled, liking the idea of some part of our inner being recognizing the other. “And what did my soul say?”
“It said, ‘Boy, you’ve got a lot of growing up to do.’”
I hid my smile in the crook of his neck. “It did not.”
“Oh, yes it did. And mine said, ‘I’ll work hard to make myself worthy of you.’ And somehow, deep inside, both of our souls knew that our journey wouldn’t be the easiest, but that one day we’d have a night like this when everything finally came together. A moment just like this when everything is right.”
I placed a hand on his heart, as my own chest swelled with emotion. “My soul is complete in you.”
“And mine,” he said, placing his hand over mine, “has finally found its home.”