I felt complete. Like all those years of loneliness never existed. I was suddenly sober and conscious. Everything felt right. It was indescribable. A phenomena ringing through me that I couldn't understand all that well.
It explained everything.
That feeling in me when I saw him. The reason I couldn't stop staring at the perfection he was. The reason we grew so close. It was at this very moment that I realized. It's taken a century for me to find him and a year to realize it. I've waited so long, but it was this moment I finally knew...
This man was my soulmate.
I pulled back, tears streaming down my face, the anger and sadness finally filling in. A century. Decades. Years. Days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. I've counted them all. Counted every damn second of these hundred years. Every minute and hour and day.
I've had to fight myself countless of times. I had to watch my own brother grow old and die. I've had to watch many of my friends die. Countless nights of drinking. Days where death was at my fingertips. All that for this moment. This moment where everything feels fine and I can finally put the past to rest.
I felt happiness and joy and anger and sadness all at the same time. I was conflicted. Staring blankly at nothing, but feeling everything.
Suddenly, it all went away when his lips touched mine once again. Joy took over. Everything bad was nothing.
Never in my life did I ever think I would get this feeling. This feeling of love.