it was a date. a simple date. dates weren’t his thing,
         nor love, but  he  said    yes  and   promised   he would
         come.     he        always       keeps        his       promises.

          he wore nothing special and walked up the steps of
          her door. this was all too familiar to him;  it  was  like
          the first time they met: he  went  to  her  house  for  a
          project, an english project.  then he barely  knew her,
          he    never    spoke    to   her,   nor    cared.   now,   he
          needed her. even though he doesn’t enjoy the  whole
          ‘soulmates’  thing, even  though  he  knew  he  would
          never deserve her. when she appeared, a slight smirk
          played   at    his   lips   with    an   amused expression.

                   ”You never told me I had to come on time.”