It's a curious thing how people grow into each other.
I actually feel them inside of me.
I feel them. I know them. They're there.
Family, neighbors, childhood friends, soul-sisters, old flames and lost loves. They live inside of me.
They're in my soul.
Even if they're gone.
I love them. They are all my beloveds.
Where do you go when you die?
You are carried in the souls of your beloveds.