“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” – Emily Brontë.
Oneness of two hearts is the work of true love,
two souls, locked together, are made of the same stuff;
One makes the other better,
but the oxygen of the inspirator is heart of the lover,
the sum of the two better halves
is the truth; that two soulmates are always better together.