I’ve dated countless guys, and loved some too, but I’ve never met my “soulmate.” I’ve had that instant connection, that head-over-heels-passion, the relationship that everyone wishes they had, but still I’ve never met the one I’m “supposed” to be with. And I don’t think I ever will. Because truthfully, I don’t believe that there’s only one person in 6 billion who is my perfect match.
This might be a tough pill to swallow, but I don’t think people are meant to be together. I don’t believe that someone, somewhere decided, a long, long time ago, that two souls were meant to be and that after years of searching, would finally be together forever. I just don’t buy it.
What I do believe is that people fall in love. Often and intensely. I believes souls come in and out of our lives to teach us things, to comfort us, and to love us when we need it. I believe in perfect timing and people’s personalities either clashing or clicking. I believe in a love that stands out from the rest and a love that is the love of your life. But I don’t believe in soulmates.
I’ve never met my soulmate, but if I’m wrong, and he is out there, I never want to meet him. I never want our paths never cross or to make eye contact from across the room. I want us to stay in our own circles living our own lives, because I already found the love of my life.
And even though you’re not my soulmate, you’re pretty awesome. We like the same sports teams and we laugh at the same jokes. On our first date when we held hands it felt like the last hand I’d ever want to hold.
Our first date spilled over into the next day, and the day after that—it never really ended because, since the day we met, we haven’t gone a day without seeing each other. It would sound crazy to some, but I just can’t get enough of you, and you can’t get enough of me. After all this time I still hope our first date goes on forever.
You always know exactly what I’m thinking. You challenge me in ways that I find both annoying and stimulating. You hate when I’m upset, and you go out of your way time and time again to make me smile on my worst days.
You’re stubborn and set in your ways, but I love each and every one of your quirks and flaws. You’ve never made it hard for me to love you, ever. In fact, with every passing day I find myself loving you more.
The sights we’ve seen and the adventures we’ve taken are too many to count. We’ve traveled the world, climbing mountains and swimming in salty waters just to end up back on the couch, watching Netflix and eating ice cream. And I’ve never been more content.
I fall asleep next to you every night, and even though you snore, I'm comforted by your warmth. You never shy away from my touch. Your body searches for mine under the covers and we sleep, tangled in arms, legs, and sheets. Every night. Since the day we met.
But you’re not my soulmate and you never will be. Because if I had to find another love, I believe that I could and that you could too.
But I never want to. I never want another person to be as emotionally, physically, and spiritually as close to me as you are. I don’t need a cliche to tell me I’ve found the one.
I don’t believe in soulmates, but I believe in us. I believe our first date– our never ending first date– could be our last first date. And that our first kiss could be our last first kiss. I may not believe in soulmates, but I know our love is one in 6 billion, and I know it always will be.
You're the best non-soulmate I've ever met.
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