– Look at me. – I shake my head.
– I sort of don't want to.
– Why? – he whispers again, and I know in his tone that he's being honest.
– Because why, Madison?
– Because you steal some of my soul every time you do that thing with your eyes.
How many times in one lifetime do they say you find a soulmate? Is it once? Twice? Three times? (…) The quote scribbled on a rusty piece of paper read: You find three types of love in your lifetime. The first will show you all that you did wrong. The second will show you how you should be loved, but the third one will show you what it feels like to die while still being alive.