Where threads end, we tread merrily. Our soul mate is not our missing half or the perfect puzzle piece fit. We are threads twined to hold our worlds together, sharing the force, the burden to prevent the other from ripping apart under strain. threads that don't match yet braided to become a new one.
We've been through differences and have crossed what the other hasn't seen. Our shades vary, our pain the same, the distressed marks run a stain along us. We pull a long face alone as we stretch greater spans while we cuddle up against each other as we stay stronger than flimsy lengths.