We are friends before lovers and love before we lust. There is contentment in the heart and no strong desire, no rampant animal of anxiety or jelousy or uncertainty or "love". We provide each other assurance and loyalty. Our past of hurt ropes us together, for although others rejected us because of our imperfections, we found something perfect in each others. We understand that the empty space will not be filled by one another, we know that that longing to search is ongoing, just that, now there is someone to talk to along the way. We understand space is important, and at times the longing to be alone is great, with a certainty that the other is not too far to fall back into embrace. Our trust is something uncanny, feeling completely content to let go, knowing there is only one place we choose to return to. And when one talks the other listens, perhaps not understanding anything from the world of the others mind, but wanting to connect, eager to console and be consoled, in a language that only souls understand. There is no "spark"  except that which is found in the eyes of a loving gaze, a purity that roots from truthfulness and this is so much more. And as others pity us on the outside, we laugh on the inside, for we found something, a world of our own that sets us free.