"Love is delicate.Well,not entirely.True love is hard,strong ,withstanding the toughest of pressures.Just like true love is the bond between the writer and the reader.The artist and the viewer.And know,the matchmaker and the client.Yes!A client who could be from this crowd!"She said,her mic magnifying her crisp voice as she pointed randomly towards a petite looking lady who gasped apon being pointed at.'Wait,not you...'she whispered to herself apon seeing her overly frightening look of excitement. She pointed at another,more calm looking figure,while closing here eyes.She tirelessly burst into a extremely long introduction about how faithful she was,loyal but never annoying.The boy,thin,messy haired and arrogant looking ,shyed away from the spot light,also closing his eyes.At the count of the three they would both open their eyes.they did in fact.To Mosedale, she was just a nother girl.To Marathi,He was just a nother boy.Little did they know,though,

They were looking at their soulmates.
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