I remember when we met, when things were shiny and new, I asked you what you were looking
for in a relationship.
“I’m looking for my soul mate,” you replied. “Not that there
can’t be many soul mates, or other amazing relationships to be explored along
the way and alongside. But yes, that’s what I’m looking for.”
It’s been 2 years since we broke up, since you called me on
Skype and I cried staring at your pixelated face across an ocean and thousands
of miles and said that you needed to figure out what you wanted in life.
It’s been 19 months since we last kissed, held that precious
moment of hope in our hearts and let it blow away in the face of the reality of
what we each wanted in life.
It doesn’t hurt as sharply as it did then. Time heals all
wounds, as they say. I sometimes go days, even weeks, without thinking of you.
But you were (one of) my soul mate(s). You are, still. My heart is full
of love, of hope, of the potential of the relationship I’m in, and the
relationships I hope to have. And my partner is a good person, someone I love, someone
I believe I will build a life with – a life that will bring me happiness.
I still miss you. My soul mate. My heart aches for the
emotion of your touch.
