I've never, ever, ever, cried harder than when I lost my soulmate for 3 months, during the summer time.

It was the vast depression that I went through that made me realize that we are meant for each other.

In 3 months time I would be over any other boy or man or pigeon, whatever you call them, and I would be normal again.

Not with him.

In the 3 months time I had made no progress and prepared myself to spend the rest of my life looking to meet him again.

But do you know how I knew it was true love?

Because something inside of me told me when he was coming back, it was that very something that kept whispering "winter."

"winter is when he will come back."

And mark my words, in September he was back again and he hasn't left me since.