Two Lost Souls

I started strumming my guitar, playing the tune of "Inside Out", mumbled the chorus so that I could get some idea for the 2nd verse and 2nd pre-chorus.

When I compose songs, I usually relate it to the recent or past events in my life, it serves as a time of reflection. If I am composing for someone else, it's either I put myself in their shoes or I visualize a character in my mind.

I ask myself questions that relates to how a person is feeling or what is the whole point of the song itself, like what do I see in this person that drove me to write a song about him/her or what if that occured to me, how would I react towards it?

10 minutes of strumming and mumbling, I finally got the right words that fits with the song, I hurriedly wrote it down before I end up forgetting what I just composed.

Whilst I was composing, Kody got out of the bathroom, with his Doraemon towel on his waist, he's a big fan of Doraemon. His room used to be a Doraemon theme, but he didn't get any girls so he switched to a more manly theme.

"Look who's back on the track," Kody said as he walked over to his luggage, to grab some clothes to wear.

"Definitely not you." I replied, as I put my guitar back in it's case, "Doraemon addict."

"Hey! Doraemon is awesome." He said, as he raised his towel, "He's cute."

I walked over to the corner of the room to place my guitar back, "There's something you don't have." I replied, as I walked back to my bed and sat down.

Kody switched the lights off and turned on the nightstand, "What is it?" He asked as he climbed onto his bed, "He's handsome, I am handsome too."

"He is cute and awesome." I replied as I lay down, "You're weird and hysterical."

"Why are you so mean?!" He exclaimed, "Do we at least have any similarities?"

"Yes you do." I replied, "You're both short."

"I expected a compliment," he said, "hmph, you meanie."

I gave a little laugh, "Real bros bully each other." I replied, "We're both real brothers."

"Aww, you kinda sweet with a mix of mean." He expressed, "Forever brothers."

"I have a question." He added, "Why were you peeking out the window a while ago?"

This dude is like a hidden spy, "How did you know?" I asked, "Were you spying on me the whole time?

"Were you checking on girls?" He replied as he beamed, "Dude you're finally in love."

Here we go again. "No I'm not." I said, "I was admiring the house."

"House of a girl," he replied as he climbed down and grabbed a seat, "Admit it already."

"How on earth did you know that it was a girl?" I asked, "No, I am not in love."

"You don't check on guys," he replied as he squinted his eyes, "Unless if you're gay, are you?"

"No, of course not." I said, "Now go to sleep and leave me alone."

I closed my eyes, hoping that he would go away but I could still feel that he is staring at me, opened my other eye to take a sneak peek at him, he's still there sitting still and staring at me with his deadly puppy eyes.

I opened my eyes and sighed. "What do you want?" I asked.

"Tell me everything about the house you stared at." He replied, "Who's the girl?"

"Oh, so you're now a detective." I said as I sat up and leaned against the wall.

"I'm just interested," he replied, "you never talked about your love interest."

"That's because I never had one." I said as I raised my hands, "How did you even know I was staring at the house?"

"I tiptoed out of the bathroom," he replied as he stood up to demonstrate, "and tried to see where you were staring"

"Girls are all over you." He added, "You are handsome, basically everyone's ideal type."

"And you're here convincing me that you do not acknowledge any of them," he continued as he went back to his chair, "Now tell me everything, I demand you."

I rolled my eyes at him, "So the house that I was staring at reminded me of someone," I explained, "a girl from my childhood, I don't remember what she looked like nor how old she was."

"Was this the girl you told me about?" He asked, "the one you gave a locked bracelet?"

"Yes, she is." I replied as I walked over to my messenger bag, "Recently, I found this."

I grabbed a small jewelry pouch, containing a necklace that has a key attached to it and showed it to Kody.

"This is what I found." I said as I pass it on to Kody, "I found it in my desk drawer."

"I've seen this before," he replied as he did an inspection on it, "Only 2 out of 7 billion people got a chance to purchase this."

"Really? How'd you know?" I asked, "you got one?"

"My dad sold these 12 years ago." He replied as he gave it back, "It was during Valentine's Day"

"How expensive was this?" I asked as I put it back in the jewelry pouch and walked over to my bag to return it.

"Costs £1110.10," He replied, "If converted to Philippine Peso, it's ₱70,000."

"Gosh that's so expensive." I exclaimed as I sat back on my bed, "No wonder only two people bought it."

"Whoever that girl is," he said, "she is very lucky to have you."

I shookt my head, "No thank you." I replied as I tuck myself into the blankets, "now let us sleep, it's already 12:30 a.m."

"We all have soulmates." He said earnestly as he climbed onto his bed, "You were just too naive to acknowledge her."

"A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys and keys that fit our locks." He added, "Now you're given a chance to find and love your soulmate with everything you have."

"It's mate will appear when the soul is ready." He continued, "Goodnight Ethan."

"Goodnight Kody." I replied

I believe that I have a soulmate, maybe I did meet her, I was just looking the other way.

The only thing I don't have in me is courage, commitment and love. I don't know how it works, how it flows, is there even an online class for that?

Call me dumb, naive or even stupid, at least I'm being honest that I don't know anything about love, instead of pretending that I do.

I am not interested in knowing it cause I am full of fear that I might get hurt or hurt the person who accepted and loved me for who I am.

After reflecting on Kody's words of wisdom, I eventually fell asleep, safe and sound, even forgot to set an alarm.

Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place — Robert Brault