After he had left, she sat and pondered his statement of being an old soul. The desk in her bedroom was littered with pages of unpieced together prose. She attempted to make order of the mess as she wondered if that was why they got along so well. She was old and he was an old soul. It didn't make it easier for her to accept it all though, lingering doubts and worries remain. What could he possibly want with her? He can do better than her. Is he merely settling? She did not want a love based on pity.