I follow him out of the shop and up the staircase, until we reach the apartment.
"What's your name?" I ask him, even though I know it.
I just want to hear him speak.
"I am Jim," he says.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," I say.
My voice is soft and calm, and I feel a deep respect for him.
He unlocks the door.
We enter and he flips on a light.
The room is sparsely decorated.
There is a bed and a desk.
There is a fireplace, with a couch and chair arranged around it.
He leads me to the bedroom, where he shows me to the bathroom.
There's a tub, which I assume is for bathing.
There is a sink, and a toilet.
"I'll leave you to it then," Jim says.
I nod.
My mind is racing.
I have met my soulmate.
Everything is amazing.
And yet, I feel a deep sadness.
Because I know that I can't be
