I’ve always believed in soulmates. The idea that there are people out there who are meant to be in your life, little parts of your soul reuniting with your along your journey through life.
I’ve never thought there is such a things as “the one” I believe people come into your life when you most need them to. I would class the people who are there for me through thick and thin to be my soulmates.
The one who moved away, but is always just a message away and the conversation continues as if it never ended.
The one who has been by my side through everything, and always has the time for a coffee date.
The one who will forever be the voice of reason in my head, always the first one to set me straight when I think stupid thoughts.
The one who no matter what has happened in the past, is always the one who has my back no matter what.
The one who I recently met and cannot imagine my life without them in it, who opened my eyes to possibilities, there is never a dull conversation.
The one who has my heart and who has helped me in more ways than I can count. They are each a part of my soul. Without them I do not exist, I am an empty shell of a person.
Life will always be an adventure with them by my side. They make me want to live. Not survive; not exist. Live.