What if your heart sent out pokeballs and whatever heart your pokeballs caught and whose pokeballs caught you decided who you would be your true soulmate
I believe in that click you hear when you meet someone that you can talk to for hours. Endless conversations and feelings seeping out of you at the sight of them.
But sometimes I worry there’s a limit on those clicks.
What if I’ve run out?
What if I don’t come across that click again?
Leaving me to force, hammer, and scrape, desperately replicating the sound.
Yet never quite hearing that same click.