Soulmates

Twin flames. Two souls that are always meant to be together, in every lifetime and the next. It may take time, or another universe to bring them together; but twin flames will always find each other. They are never truly lost with one another, even if an unfathomable force breaks them apart. An invisible string tethers them, taut and unbreakable; even across parallel universes and different lifetimes. They will be tied somehow, someway, together. Even if forever undone, they will never truly break.
Soulmates have been a sort of myth for centuries, a sort of fairytale told to ease the hearts of hopeless romantics. However true it may be will forever be unknown, but what is known, and will always be known, is that soulmates exist. They exist in so many beautiful, insurmountable ways.
A soulmate could exist as your true love, the one person who will, without a doubt, love you no matter what. They could exist as your best friend, whom you share all your secrets and incandescent feelings with. They could even exist as your pet, whom you will swear to grow old with but never will.
Maybe they weren’t carved by the hands of God to fit perfectly into the mold of your body, but they grew with you and learned to fit. They learned all of your curves and crevices and fit themselves there; Your body language and how to speak it; Your skin and how to crawl under and live there forever. All of these things might not have been motivated by fate but by an undeniable attraction that forced them to be enthralled with you forever, across many different lifetimes. People will come and go, learn all of your champagne problems just to leave, forget them and learn someone else’s. An unfortunate, inevitable cycle of life.
However, if you get lucky, like star-crossed lucky, someone will learn everything there is to know about you and create their own dictionary entitled The Language of You. They will create an entire alphabet just to use your letters to formulate sentences only you will understand. Together, you’ll create a language you can’t speak with anyone else. It will be beautiful, and it will be painful. Because what is beauty without terror? You will always be afraid they will leave and burn The Language of You. You’re afraid they’ll forget the language you created together in beautiful rooms, just to learn another’s in parking lots. No matter how much the invisible string will gleam in the sun your love shines, you’ll always think: Am I enough? Is this enough? Will I ever be enough?
The answer is short and it’s terrifying. Yes. You are enough, you will always be enough, you were always enough.
You will always be enough for someone to love you unconditionally, even if it feels like you’ll never meet them. Time is futile and pointless; your body knows there is someone out there who shares the other half of your soul and is waiting patiently. If you have to wait forever, then so be it. You’ll end this life knowing you’ll meet them in the next one. And that’s a beautiful way to die, is it not? Because dying is viewed as this dreadful, inevitable thing that everyone tries to avoid at all costs. Even when someone is told a prophecy by the oracle of Delphi, they attempt to prevent their fate from becoming, and in doing so fulfill their destiny. They try so hard to avoid shaking hands with the Grim Reaper; but why? Why is death such a fearful topic? Why is everyone so scared of an inevitable fact?
Dying should be thought of as a restart, a refresh, a rewind. Because even if this life is ending, another is beginning. And that shouldn’t be so scary. Funerals paint death as this somber affair when in reality we should be celebrating the life they lived, not grieving in black attire. Celebrate them, don’t mourn. They lived and they died and now they’re conclusion is tears and eulogies. No one should have to die like that.
The next life will be just as beautiful and you might get to meet that other half of your soul missing from your body. The ache you feel from the void of it will be soothed and you can finally die happily, feeling like your ending is more of a turning page. And you will know when you meet them; you’ll feel it in your bones; coursing through your veins; pumping your heart to life.
You’ll look at them and feel as if you have an entire conversation without opening your mouths, a sort of connection that is special to you. A language you can’t speak with anyone else. You’ll smile and somehow a million words will be said, but none are actually spoken. You’ll be forever undone, mended only by the love the cosmos would be jealous of: a love shared between soulmates, platonic or not. And somehow it’ll feel like an ending doesn’t seem so bad.