“He was my husband, my apartment mate, my soul mate, the father of the little plant in my confused soil, the lover who had made me adore his body without inhibition after my years of relative solitude, the person for whom I'd given up my old self.”
“You are my mate, Ria. In my soul. You are my mate.~ Mercury”
“He's my..." It takes me the longest moment in history to answer this question. "He's my soul mate.”
“For better or worse, he was my soul mate. The other half of me. In many ways, he was my reflection.”
“He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.”
“Tripp was my best friend, my lover, my confidant, my soul mate. He was the salt to my pepper. He was the peanut butter to my chocolate. He gave me love and hope and joy. Together we created our three beautiful girls and together we looked at the world as ours to conquer. In short, he was my other half; the part that completed me.”