“Soulmates? No.” Diana says, shaking her head. “They are not real, I don’t believe it.”

If soulmates were real, Steve wouldn’t have died. She believes he was her soulmate, her real one. She might have developed somewhat feelings for you, but that doesn’t mean anything. You’re just attractive and too kind. Maybe that’s what it is that Diana finds so alluring.

Or maybe it could possibly be something else. “It is like stuffing marshmallows in your face. You look ugly, but the marshmallows taste good.”