The Soulmates

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I left my boyfriend Anthony in the living room, to enjoy the last period of the hockey game, while practicing some songs on his electric guitar. I happily crawled onto my bed, propped my head against my pillows and pulled out my copy of Wuthering Heights. I’d been reading it for the past week.

At this point in the novel, Catherine declared, “he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

That line struck me like the piercing winds of the moors. I’ve been known to be a bit of a romantic, but I’m not certain I believe in soulmates, to be honest. I had certainly never though of soulmates in the way they were described by Miss Earnshaw. I never considered a soulmate to be someone whose soul is made from the same ingredients of your own. It’s quite a…

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