A perfect union

What we commonly call friends and friendships, are nothing but an acquaintance and connection contacted either by accident or upon some design,k by means of which there happens some little intercourse between our souls .

But in the friendship I speak of , they mingle and melt into one piece, with so universal of a mixture , that there is left , no more sign of the seam, By which they were first conjoined .

If anyone should ask why , I loved, I feel , it could not otherwise be expressed, then by making an answer ,

" Because it was he ; because it was I ;"

There is beyond what I am able to say, I know not what unexplainable and inevitable power that brought on this union

It just is and always will be