Dear Soulmate,
Where are you? I've been waiting for you. It seems like I've been waiting forever. You know me, just as I know you. We're supposed to be together. We're supposed to meet somewhere crowded, and run right into each other and laugh and both realize that we can't live without each other. You're supposed to have eyes that can see right inside of me. Eyes that shine brightly and lips that smile every time we're together.
I think I already know you. I think my soul knows you. It's crying for yours. Can't you year it? The silence is deafening.
Where are you?
Am I going to have to travel across the Earth to find you? Or have I already lost my chance? What if I've ruled you out, or rejected you because your eyes looked dead or your hair didn't catch the light the way I wanted. What if your soul didn't scream to mine so after we bumped into each other at the mall or the supermarket or on the street, I kept walking and I never looked back?
What if you're already with someone, or you're dead and I wasn't there to hold your hand, so your soul was taken alone and your last few minutes were spent wondering where I was, and I was probably sleeping or writing and wasn't even thinking about you.
But where are you?
Your soul could scream to mine as loud as it wanted and mine would never hear. Never notice. then your soul would slowly resign itself to someone else and by the time I'd realize it'd be too late.
To be honest with you, soulmate, I'm afraid. What if I never find you? What tif I expect too much or too little and I die all alone because I never saw you when you were there? What if just one day I miss the bus or the train that you're on and you find someone else? And then one day you'll be married and meet me and I'll tell you We're supposed to be together. I'm Alex, your soulmate. We were supposed to meet a long time ago but I missed the bus and now it's too late.' But you wont listen because you'll be happy and have a nice house and dog and 1.3 kids. You wont' throw it all away for a maybe. Your soul won't remember its useless cries. You'll be lost. Lost to me.
So please find me, Soulmate.
I need you today.
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
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