Soul Mate
POSTED ON Thursday, November 13, 2014 AT 11:49 PM \ leave a comment (1)
I used to believe that a boyfriend = soul mate. They should be the same person whom I feel comfortable sharing things with without the fear of being judged, someone whom I know will accept me for who I am.

Now, that's not true.

Having a soul mate spells many things: he is the other half of you and you're the other half of him. Together, these 2 halves spell perfection. A geeky way of saying this would be like the active site of an enzyme and substrate. No two substrates can fit into one active site. Just like how there can only be one soul mate in one's life.

Maybe without you, my dear soul mate, the other 1/2 of me is a huge gaping hole, a patch of darkness left behind by the light you took away when we had to say goodbye. And likewise for you.

Perhaps there's no such thing as "one whole" like you said. Perhaps. Yet, how can you still say that I'm your half and together we form one? How contradicting and how ironical of someone who's so good at math.

Maybe the theory of soul mate doesn't concur with the word "permanence". I might be wrong but a soul mate starts getting in the way of having a fulfilling romantic relationship. What happens when you've to choose between a soul mate and a lover? I chose the latter.

Why? Why choose the lover over the soul mate when you know you'll be miserable without your other half, your mirror reflection?
What if I say it's easier to live with the guilt and pain of losing my soul mate as compared to that of losing my lover? Of course, there were no commitments in the first place. It was just uncanny mutual understanding that bonded us together.
What if I say your existence makes me feel insecure? Because you know way way way too many things without needing me to say anything.

Having a soul mate makes a good story for your grandchild. How nice would it be to say: "I once knew someone who understood me so well that I didn't have to say a single word and he/she knows.". How beautiful, how fortunate. Ultimately, we come to a conclusion that this is all a fairy tale, a story.

And there's no happily ever after, my dear 1/2.