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the soul mate spectacle.i believe in one soul mate…

i don’t believe that there are multiple people out there for every individual person.

because that’s what a soul mate is:

a person who is perfectly suited to another in temperament…

a person whom you share one soul with.

i do think that maybe sometimes you end up with the wrong person for a substantially lengthy amount of time…

and the reason why you feel like that person is “the one” is because you have been together for so long.

but what if you’re not meant to be?

it’s no secret that i think a lot about my future…

who my husband will be and how many children we will have and where we will live and when we will make our first big decision together and what our careers will be and why can’t i just have all of these questions answered right now?!

however, not once during these thoughts do i imagine myself unhappy.

because building that relationship that leads to a marriage and then creating from that union, that to me is the epitome of contentment.

and i feel as though the older one gets, those thoughts start to become more prominent and take up more space in the forefront of the brain…

but as i always tend to do, i question…

and everything that i once thought just seems to be getting more and more scrambled and convoluted.

i mean, no matter how many guys i have prematurely allowed myself to “fall in love” with, i have only ever felt impending wedded bliss with just two men in my life…

you know, that feeling that i cannot physically live without this person and that forever would still not be enough time with him?

but one of them turned out to be gay, so really what the fuck do i know anyway, right?

so maybe a soul mate is not someone who needs to have exactly the same interests as me, but he will also not make mine seem less important than his…

maybe it is someone who dislikes the same things as i do, and that right there could be our similarity.

but no matter what my soul mate and i have in common or don’t, he just needs to be someone who gets me…

so even though he’s got me, does he really get me?

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