Love Story from Shanti.He held my hips like he’d memorized them in another lifetime, and I believed, for one reckless moment, that souls really do meet twice. Our bodies moved before our thoughts caught up, and I didn’t stop a single second of it. When we finally lay still, he whispered, “Don’t disappear from my story.” I smiled in the dark. “I never stay in one book.” Some lovers are chapters. Others are whole novels. He was a page I turned, but never tore out.