Something that’s not visible to the naked eye. You don’t see it in colors, or numbers, or amount of time. You feel it. You breathe in sync with that person even if that person’s miles away. Your sentences will be finished by someone else, even before you even thought of it, even before your voice find the words. Soulmates. When crazy matches someone else’s calm, like a lock to a key, rain to the sun. They say, “Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” For Phil and Patricia, their souls already met at age 5— when life fabricated love on its own, and them never having to lift a finger. If that’s not destiny, then we don’t know what is.