soul_mate kyla Do not come to me with your dreams needing to be fulfilled; your lights set aflame; your beauty and uniqueness unveiled: I am not your rescuer. You are not lost. I am not that which will complete you. You are not incomplete. I am not your true love. You are not mine. When you pray to me in the night, I do not hear it. 020918 ... silentbob i hate them all 020918 ... dionysius cripple of course you don't hear it! do you want me to blow my hiding place? that's how i got arrested last time. 021005 ... jim_starks i don't fucking believe in them 021007 ... devalis thought I had found mine then drove him crazy disregarded it just a simple mistake found another ironically... also psycho did my best but can't say this mistake is simple now he's my one and only wonder how long he'll last 021007 ... nocturnal I think I've come to be of the opinion that we have more than one soul mate each. we have to, right? people have so many aspects to them that there have to exist several people who have matching characteristics, or ones just different enough (and in different ways) to complement those of another person in a way no one else can. it's all a matter of probabilities when you think about it. it makes me feel better, anyway, to think that while I may be continually just missing one of these soul mates of mine, it may be on the way to running into another. 021007 ... angie I guess I always believed in them...I never actually thought I would find him. There are just so many odd coincidences, especially at first. I have only known this person for 2 months one week and three days but it feels like I have known him all my life. Before I met him, Sam one of my best friends was describing the perfect guy for me. The description was dead on. I feel like I am the singer of that Jill Scott song "Do You Remember Me" because I know we've been together in a past life. How else could I know that I am meant to be with him? I find myself saying things I never thought I would say. I find myself saying things I thought I would be terrified to say but they feel so perfectly a part of me. I know that it is love. When he first told me he loved me I knew what he was going to say even before he opened his mouth. Honestly I am the happiest I have ever been. I never want it to end...ever. 021008 ... SuicidalAngel I personally dont believe in soul mates. If people weren't so shy, self-contious, and cocky, there would be tons of "soul mates" for one person. 021008 ... raze i think some of us don't believe in these unless or until we find one for ourselves. it's not like the sun. you can see the sun. you know it's there. for me, believing in the concept of a soul mate is a bit like believing in god. the older i get, the more i see, the trickier it becomes, and the less blind faith i'm able to manufacture. but you never know. my soul mate could be puking up fennel in a guatemalan cemetery as we speak. 130509 ... unhinged i've been convinced for years that my soul mate is locked up in a prison in the middle east somewhere. probably afghanistan. so that when everyone says to me 'oh you'll find someone someday' i just shake my head. not likely. this soul is too battered, bruised, and shrunken to reach out anymore. and just when i start to feel like crawling out of my hole again, i'm sure some asshole will come along that sees my sadness for weakness, i will fall for their predatory selfish interest, and the cycle will start all over again. or i could just get a cat 130509 ... no reason i find this term to be ambiguous, and it seems to imply a lack of effort when it comes to love. who's to say what a true mate to one's soul is? are two people ever completely compatible? and if so, does that automatically make them soul mates? soul mates don't have to be lovers, and lovers aren't always soul mates. 130509 ... CheapVodka But what if and when your soul_mate died before you could say one more thing to them? Is this the end? Poppycock! Or not poppycock, in which case it's gone baby, gone. The love is gone away. 131025 ... nr i was thinking of you today, old soulmate (and old_soul mate).  many years ago, i decided i wanted to do some proofreading with our company even though i didn't work there as an editor. i was given your manuscript. i was a bit reluctant to read it, because the subject matter didn't really pique my interest. i'd have preferred being assigned one of the others that seemed more interesting. i don't know if it was fate or something, though, because i devoured your book. your words were warm, intelligent, gentle, charismatic, imaginative... later, i would learn, just like you. we all had our favourite authors to work with, even though we obviously didn't voice it publicly. everyone knew you were mine. we worked together to get this book read by the masses, despite your being an unknown author and this being your first book. i loved it so much that promoting it was equally joyful and frustrating. those who read it loved it. it won a first-novel award. we sold over 100 books at the small launch, and the bookseller was so thrilled he gave me a hug. i met your lovely partner there, and she asked me and the other publishing employees to sign a copy of your book for you both to keep. we'd never been asked this before. we became close during this process. your kind and whimsical emails would never disappoint. it had come up at some point that one of my celebrity_guycrushes was ryan gosling, so you nicknamed him Goz and said you had a pair of sparkly pumps you were keeping in the closet for our wedding. in an email a couple of years later, you told me you'd just caught a movie with a young Goz about a murder he had committed, so you were "entirely in favour of [me] dumping the schmuck." when i was moving cities, you said "i'll sing you some tunes that day and wish you a good aura of kindness and comfort when you land." a little while after i'd moved, she followed up with "i just wanted you to know your cheering section is in full-chorus up here in Sweatsville (i'm assuming it was hot there then). hope you're finding a nice mix of curiosity, discovery and fun out there and are perfectly safe and happy. much love." we exchanged emails and met up occasionally over the years. you live about 40 minutes away, but sometimes you'd come to toronto to do some writing in the giant library downtown. we were talking once about meeting up in toronto, and i expressed concern about it being a bit far or something. you teased me, saying that you love how i always make it seem like [town where she lives] is way out in calgary or something. that still makes me chuckle. it didn't matter that you were 30 years older than me; we just connected in a way i can't explain other than to say we were soulmates. i loved you, not in a romantic way, not in a platonic way, but something different. i haven't spoken to you in years at this point. you used to send me your holiday letter each year, and one year i realized i hadn't got it, so i emailed awhile later just to see how you were doing. you never responded. just a couple of years ago, i went to see a younger, super-talented family member of yours play a jazz piano concert (you knew i loved live jazz, so you had told me about him years prior, and we had also met up then to see him play). after some deliberation, i went up and introduced myself after the show, and then asked how you were doing. he said you were doing well; you and your partner were just living your quiet, introverted, semi-reclusive life. i was glad and relieved to hear this. i do miss you, and i'm not sure why we lost touch. it was probably just one of those natural things. but i think with true soul_mates, knowing they exist and are okay is more important than anything else. 211028 ... nr weirdly, right after you came to mind, i realized it's your birthday today. 211028 what's it to you? who go blather from