"Sometimes, when I was young, I would look into the mirror, and see some one who wasn’t me. They looked like me,only with a cold pale skin and deep blue eyes;eyes that seemed to carry every sorrow in the world. At first I would think my eyes were playing tricks on me, because some times this person would be covered in blood. but after a while, it spoke to me. He said ’ you can’t stop moving forward. you made a promise. You can’t die until you find her again ‘
That stranger kept appearing in my dreams as I grew older, and kept pushing me forward until I found my way to you.Now, when I look in the mirror, I only see who I was really meant to be: The person by your side”
Something I thought up of one morning at work.