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    Chapter 1

    No one can pinpoint the moment their life changes, whether for better or worse. The truth is, change doesn’t just occur all at once, it happens through a collection of minute moments that we don’t pay any attention to. Sometimes we make significant life changing things happen without even realizing. In something as simple as connecting with a new person, who turns out to be your soul-mate.

    In retrospect, meeting her changed my life in ways I wouldn’t have been able to comprehend, thinking about it always reminds me of that John Lennon song, you know the one where he says, ””Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” I wouldn’t be the person I am today if she hadn’t influenced me in the ways she has, supported me so whole-heartedly that thinking about it makes my heart thump out of it’s pre-determined rhythm whilst I write this.

    It was a Friday, the night I met her I mean. I should tell you the ’her’ I keep referring to is the woman I am lucky enough to call my wife. Of course if you want specifics I also happen to be a woman. Think of it what you will it doesn’t really matter to me. If you ask me who I am, I never answer ’lesbian’. I am ambitious, driven, protective, independent and focused, but I refuse to be defined by my sexuality. Labels are stupid. Anyways, Calliope – that’s her name, meaning ”beautiful voiced” (very accurate)- is who I have the privilege to call mine. The journey we have ventured on, from late adolescence to present day, shaped me and every day she makes me a better person. If I had to describe to you what a soul-mate is, I guess that about sums it up.

    She’s beautiful. No, she’s breathtaking. Breathtakingly stunning. Calliope Torres is the epitome of womanhood. She oozes confidence and breathes sexiness. Her personality matches her appearance, and she can enrapture a room in her casual conversations. Her ability to take the most mundane subject matter, and add her unique charm, intrigues even the most unsociable of people to talk with her. Her voice is sultry and inviting, her skin glows and her eyes reveal the depths of her flawless soul. Calliope Torres is one of a kind. And she’s mine. Not in that controlling, over-bearing way. Just that her heart belongs to me as mine belongs to her.

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