A soulmate is someone who is willing to grow with you, who chooses to be with you until the end, and will love you through good and bad. It’s not about sunshine and laughter, it’s about mundane moments filled with unknowns.
I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don’t know what to think or what I am.
Love is not about sex, going on fancy dates, or showing off. It’s about being with a person who makes you happy in a way nobody else can.
I asked the universe to teach me how to love, and it taught me the hard way. Due to its influence, my mind only thinks of him, my pen only writes for him, and my lips only speak of his name. Everything I feel with any tangibility, is for him. I have loved him with every ounce of love those before him did not show me, and have felt for him in the same way. Yet he does not know I feel this way about him. Everything I feel is felt for him from afar, because he has stolen my capability of speech. He looks at me and I forget who I am; as if my identity is lost. It is only on paper can he truly know of the words I can only write, but not say.
And you shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free.