You have been in my soul for thousands of years. I am convinced that I cannot part from you.
When you are in agony, I feel it. When you are in a state of bliss, I feel it. I feel it all. Everything.
I remember the moment I saw you. There you were; a young, impressionable man with so much to offer to the world. I knew immediately that God had a plan for you. You were possibilities wrapped in pale flesh. You walked with a sense of confidence that I didn't have myself. Everyone loved you and you never took it for granted. I could see it; I could see you'd be important to me.
As you grow older, so do I. I see you in dreams and in nightmares. You stand in front of me, all explicit. It's during these subconscious images that you fade from me, and like sand between my fingers, you dissipate in the wind. I want to know you better. I want to know you more.
When we hear the term 'soulmate' we associate it with romance but it is so much more than that. It is much too important, much too sacred, to reduce it to just amorous devotion. You were my friend. I loved you in a way that I had never loved any other man. I was intimate with you in ways that I couldn't be with previous lovers.
I wanted to know your soul - not your body.
I crave your intellect and your perspective. I respect it more than you know. In the wind and in the music, there you are. Your spirit whispers in the rhythm of falling leaves. You comfort me in times of need. You are there even when I am not.
Even when we are separated, even when we don't speak for years, you are ubiquitous. It's spiritual. It's necessary.
I believe in it. I believe in it all.
