“I promise not to laugh.” She said with a straight face.
“Promises.” He sighed.
“What about it?” She looked at him in confusion.
He shrugged and took a deep breath. “I don't believe in 'em.”
Her nose crunched up. “Why not?”
He smile crookedly at her. “Cause promises are meant to be bro--”
“Bullshit.” She smiled innocently at him. And he blinked at her in surprise.
“Promises aren't meant to be broken. People just break them cause society tells them to.”
Now it was his time to be confused. “What do you mean?”
“Promises are meant to be broken.” She took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, thinking carefully of the words she needed to use. “When people break their promises, that's what comes to their mind. Because that's what they believe in. They believe more in that stupid saying than the power of their own will to keep a promise. But if they didn't believe in what most people say about promises, do you think they'll be able to do it? Break their promises?”
She looked at him and smiled . 'Cause he was analyzing what she just said, he was ready to accept yet another life lesson from her, and his beautiful mind that always tries to understand her, makes her fall in love deeper and deeper.
“Don't let society tell you what to be. 'Cause society sucks.” She leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes, didn't say a word and let him bask in the great feeling of yet another epiphany.

They need not be a lover.
They can take any form they want: a friend, or a family member.

Soulmates can make you feel that heart-warming happiness; the sudden realization of how good life can be.

Soulmates can make you feel comfort, when nobody else can. Not even your favorite song, nor your favorite TV series.
Their magic lies in one normal conversation, then you can see yourself smiling again.

Soulmates can point out every flaw in you, and yet, make you feel good about yourself, even about the world.

Do you believe in soulmates?

'Cause I certainly do.

She giggled 'cause the screams of the crowd was gathering attention. Normally, she'd bow her head and be ashamed, but in this type of occasion, she didn't mind being in a crowd. In fact, the screams was a natural occurrence now. She observed the one with the long hair. He seemed uninterested in every kind of way.
The music started and they started gliding across the floor.
Surprise groped her as the boy started moving. His body was like the brush that with every stroke, made a masterpiece.
The music ended. But she stayed put in her place, her mind replaying every bit of move he made.
When she looked up, he was staring at her directly. She wanted to talk to him, ask him more about who he is. But she can't.
Just because.

Seeing the little dots of transparent substance on the window pane, she smiled to the sensation she feels, the serenity it brings.

"Rain is silence but not empty, just like white noise."

She stirs the hot chocolate, touch lingering on her favorite mug, savoring every moment. 'Cause it's been awhile since she's been like this, at a peace, not complaining about the problems, but just sitting in a room, watching the blue sky turn into a pale, blank scenery.

She brings the cup up to her lips and takes a sip of the beverage in between her hands, the only thing giving her warmth in this weather.
The sweet, smooth, sultry drink runs down her throat and she felt her lips curve into a satisfied smirk.
This is what it feels like to be genuinely happy.

How divine.