I’ve thought about this way too much. Like, genuinely sat on the floor at 2 a.m. kind of thinking. Do soulmates actually exist? Not the movie kind where people run through airports or magically bump into each other at a bookstore. I mean in real life, with bad breath, insecurities, mood swings, and all.
When I was younger, I used to believe in that stuff. Big, dreamy love. You know, the one person who finishes your sentences and never hurts you. The “meant to be” person. I wanted that to be true so badly. Still kind of do, if I’m being honest.
But real life has a way of smacking the glitter out of fairy tales.
People are messy. You meet someone, and it’s not all butterflies, it’s awkward texting, different values, someone chewing too loudly, and unexpected silence when you thought you’d talk for hours. Yet, in all that mess, sometimes… something clicks. Something real. And weirdly, that feels more magical than any perfect love story.
I’ve met people who felt like home the second I talked to them. No explanation. Just ease. I didn’t have to act smarter or cooler or more “together.” I could be weird, anxious, quiet, and they’d still lean in, not away. That’s rare. Is that a soulmate? Or just a really good connection?
I don’t know. But it felt like something important.
Also, let’s stop pretending soulmates are always romantic. That’s such a limiting idea. Some of the deepest soul-level connections I’ve ever had were with friends. Like that one friend you can be completely silent with for hours and still feel understood. Or the one who called you out when you were spiraling and needed someone to care, even when you were pushing them away. That’s soulmate energy too, right?
And yeah, some people just pass through. A short chapter. But they still leave a fingerprint on your life. You can’t forget them, no matter how long it’s been. Some soulmates don’t stay. That’s the part that stings a bit.
Do I believe in the one? Nah, probably not. I think there are a few people out there we could really, deeply connect with. People who “get” our weirdness. Who make us better without trying. Who show up at just the right time, even if they don’t stay forever. That’s closer to what I believe now.
Maybe soulmates aren’t found. Maybe they’re built. Over time. Through awkward talks and shared secrets and fights that you work through instead of walk away from. Through years of choosing each other again and again, even when it’s not fun or easy.
I guess I still believe in soulmates. But not the perfect, magical kind. I believe in the real ones. The ones who see you clearly, love you anyway, and don’t run when things get hard. The ones who feel familiar in a way you can’t explain. The ones who change you, just by being there.
So yeah. That’s where I’m at with it.
And you? Ever met someone and just knew they were meant to be in your life?
