Two women. Been together for many years. We were once inseparable, and we relied on letters to maintain them. But in the end we were still close friends together.
A wandering and proud soul. One is cool but warm. But he became a confidant. This world is indeed wonderful. For a woman, the closest thing in this world is her parents, and the one she loves most is her lover, but still, there are some words and things that need to be shared with you and can only coexist with you.
Sisters. We are lonely when we are born. But they still became two people inside and outside the mirror a few years later. We stood back to back, so reassured.
The souls seem too far apart, but there is still that thread holding them in the middle. It may seem like we are polar opposites, but often, it's in the little details of life. What's yours is mine. What's mine is also yours. We always find that we are also very similar.
There are no two identical people in the world. There are no two completely different people.
Sisters. I think it's probably because of the thread that pulls between our souls, tying our souls together, and we have already merged with each other inadvertently.
Friends do this. It's really enough. I'm so satisfied.
So, let's write something. Even if we write about those illusory past events, we should add our own souls to them. Write to yourself. Write to us. Write to us with our deepest feelings.