I don't believe in soulmates. That old hat, hackneyed, dried up word is rusted through with overuse. It hurts my eyes to read it.
I don't believe in Valentines, and Hallmark cards, and happy, sappy, endings, and 'shiny happy people.' All these just serve as fodder for Big Buisness, and the candy and floral merchants of this world. Please, spare me all the hype.
I don't believe in True Love, unconditional or otherwise, in Golden Anniversaries, or 'til death do us part', unless the death knell is sounded by the scratching of the pen on the divorce decree.
No, I don't believe in soulmates.
So, can you tell me why I say, "Good Night, my angel", to your picture by my bed, each night before I sleep?