It is not until you rhyme with a person that makes you their perfect match, it is when you are satisfied with each others peculiarities, and find jewels in their loopholes.
Finding a soulmate is an easy adventure, but the difficult part admist the game is finding your kind of person.
Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.
Having to face him at a competency hearing is like getting to hell and finding out that the only food available is raw liver-insult added to injury.
Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. The garbage can still overflow, the bills arr...
We were a perfect match. Maybe that's why we burnt out.
She had found someone who matched her, a warrior and a shield. A man she could respect; one she could argue with and enjoy. She hadn't wanted to lose that. Hadn't wanted to be alone again.
When you consider that a human being has the opportunity of being acquainted with only a few hundred people, and out of the few hundred that there are but a dozen or less whom he knows intimately, and...
