i could never connect with anyone enough to make constellations until i met him

he is my moon

my sun

all my stars

and every fucking galaxy in between

he has his own demons but he still finds time to defeat mine and clean the cobwebs out of my head

and although i would die for him

i've chosen to live for him instead

I have known that special connection feeling. The problem is I have known it more than once, and in more than one way.

So how does one differentiate? Who is my "soulmate," and who not?

Also, did we exist in some other place before this one that our souls might have been "mated?"

As a person gets older I believe the idea of a soulmate fades, in large part because our relationships grow in depth and breadth, but also because one realizes that love is something which needs to be fought for, chosen. It is not the result of an otherworldly magical connection or fairy's potion.

Even so, I do not think that those special connections should be dismissed altogether, they only need some redefining.

I've come to appreciate the term "torn from the same cloth." When we think of our relationships in this context it can explain why we share a deeper connection with some people than others.

After all, we all share our human qualities, of which there are only so many variations.

Some people we meet may have been torn from the other side of the cloth, while others share a seam with us.

I believe that the special connection feeling comes from the sharing of a seam. When we meet, or get to know one another, we find that we "reconnect" seamlessly.

This helps explain the degree in which we connect to people, and why we might connect with a few people more than the others (since we would have at least three different seams). And when we meet those people, it seems as though we were always "one in the same."

No. I do not want to, I am too afraid to. The idea that only one person, out of 7 billion, is perfect for me is a scary thought. I think we are all individuals, and some of our personalities get along really well. That makes much more sense to me, and sounds much less frightening.

No two people

Fit together so perfectly

Apart from you and I

You are my pillar

My strength

A crutch

When I cannot move

My breath

When I can no longer breath

My heart

My love

A warm embrace

On a cloudy day

No angry words

No threats

No hate

Only beauty

Everbody has a soulmate. Yes, even I do.

The only thing is, will you meet them? You might not get your soulmate because your soulmate died in a car wreck.

You may be in a relationship that you're unhappy with, that you don't want to leave. But you have to, or else you may not end up with that special person that you would be so so happy with.

A soulmate. Just like true love, it only exists in the hearts and minds of those who believe in it. Me? No, I follow a different sky, one sky, one destiny. And in that I believe in nothing at all. The fate of all occurs not by chance, and yet we make them with the chance we're given. If I happen to stumble across someone I belong with then great. But I'd be happy either way, with some other human being that can light a smile on my face and a burning in my heart.

Of course I believe in soulmates. I've seen it, and I believe that I've found mine. I also believe that you don't have to choose to be with your soulmate, and I think you can be happy with someone other than your soulmate. I know this couple, named Harry and Irene. They are my heroes, and they give me hope.

Harry and Irene were high school sweethearts, but they broke up after they graduated for reasons unknown. They both moved on, got married, had children, had failed marriages, and go divorced. They happened to reconnect, and now they have been happily married for five years. And the love between them is still so intense that you can feel it just sitting with them. It's not uncomfortable at all, it actually gives me a warm feeling inside. The way that they look at each other makes you grateful that you're there just to experience what that's supposed to be like. They appreciate each other and communicate. They do activities together and apart. They trust each other. And they always say "I love you."

They're my inspiration because one day, I want to have a love like theirs. I truly believe that I've found my soulmate. He's my rock. He was my best friend before we ever started dating, and I could always count on him. I trust him explicitly and I confided in him more that I had ever confided in anyone. We had inside jokes and could communicate without ever speaking a word. We would be totally content doing dishes or cooking together, or even studying together, just because we were in each others' presence. I could literally feel his pain, and he could feel mine. We aren't together right now, for reasons outside of the two of us, but I have faith that we'll get back together. Harry and Irene give me that hope.

I was his soulmate,

As he was mine.

We’ve written it

in the book of life.

Or, perhaps we’ve gone ahead

to write that

part.

Our lips have touched

so have our hearts.

It’s written in the stars,

recorded for every

child and grandchild we

could have

had.

Until, that day.

He left me in the ashes.

He was a pyromaniac,

and loved to set hearts on fire.

I no longer believe,

in anything.

He said. "It's what you make it, Tamah. You have to write your own book, it isn't written for you." Silence fell between us. "That's what I believe, at least."

I kissed his lips.

"I believe I've gone ahead and wrote my book, and you're my soulmate."

"I'm in the process of writing this, you're mine too."