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S o u l m a t e s
The word used to describe two states of soul destined to intertwine from the moment of their birth until the moment of their death. Their origin is uncertain and imprecise; some believe it to be a blessing from ancient gods to give purpose to human life, a design created with the intention of ending loneliness and evil in the world.
Others see the gift as a burden, a dungeon. As if loving were a crime, an unwanted baggage, the world they would have to carry on their backs so they would not be rejected.
But there is nothing that can be done against it. Regardless of what one thinks about the subject. Somewhere in the world there is a soul that completes yours, ready to unite with it and remain there. The universe is enchanting, but it is not perfect. A soul may be promised to one that does not complete it, but completes another instead. Life plays beautiful tricks on young lovers, perhaps this is the most painful one.
Some know them for years, for others it is the famous “love at first sight,” some never even get to know them, the cosmos only reveals them when it understands it is the right moment, the most favorable situation for something to happen.
Because knowing your soulmate is a virtue, but losing them is an annihilation.
When your soul recognizes the one that was promised to it in the world, the metamorphosis is complete. Colors become more colorful, the singing of birds becomes more melodic, as if a crooked line straightened itself. A butterfly leaving its cocoon is still the same, but with a completely opposite vision from the caterpillar it once was.
A feeling impossible to describe, yet unique.
And the worst pain comes with rejection, whether that being is the one who completes your soul or not.
Being far away from someone you love is already painful, physically and mentally. A low fever, exhaustion, an emptiness in the chest that never goes away, a soul that cries and no one sees. All of this caused only by prolonged distance.
“No” shatters the hearts of everyone who hears it.
An implosion inside the chest, a crack in the mind and an eternal emptiness in the body. There is no longer a soul, only the cold and hard flesh that once brought comfort.
The opposite of what happens when you meet them. Black and white becomes the common view, the fluttering wings of a bird become more bothersome than a thousand tsunamis, a straight line that bends itself. A colorful and lively butterfly that has its beauty ripped away and its freedom stolen.
A rejected body is not capable of surviving, its soul dies with the “no” and its flesh with its own hands.
Some are never rejected and also never find each other. It is possible to live with someone who also has not found their other half, but forever the emptiness will remain there to remind you that they are not the one who belongs to you.
And I only hope that the stars do not align for me anytime soon.