Welcome.

when you meet the other half of your soul,
every story you have told,
to everyone you have met up until then will be rendered redundant.
If she makes the words falling out of your mouth seem unpalatable, you have met the right one.
That one. 
Who makes you want to bare your soul
and yet suddenly don't find the words to do so.
That one.
Who connects you straight to the source.
Where you are forced to rewrite every page of your story. That is your soulmate.
Don't colour her with your infantile notions of a lover. 
She is not your lover.
She Loves you.
She has come to make you ill-at ease.
Dismiss everything about you.
Set you off in a million different ways.
Agitate you.
Colour all those convictions you held so close to your heart.
So you can look and re-look and purge and rebuild.

Embrace her if you have the courage.

She has come to Destroy you.