I’m a little tired of people romanticizing soulmates. That’s not to say I don’t believe in them, though; I do. But I think your soulmate could be anyone. It could be your best friend, it could be a relative. I’ve heard countless twins say that they’re each other’s soulmate. I’ve seen lifelong best friends admit to it and still be completely platonic. A soulmate isn’t always the love of your life. A soulmate is the one person in this world who understands you completely, someone who is literally convinced you have an emotional and mental bond. It’s someone who would so anything for you without question, someone who truly thinks of you as their other half. Someone who can’t live in a world where you don’t exist, because that would mean they wouldn’t exist. Your soulmate is the person you feel like you’ve always known and clicked with. And sometimes there are people who are born whole, and their soulmate is in the form of utmost certainty in themselves and self-happiness. And they find others just like them and share parts of themselves. Everyone integrates themselves into another person, it’s part of humanity. It just shouldn’t be so romanticized or viewed as fatal attraction. A soulmate is love. Loving a friend, relative, even yourself. There’s nothing fatal about it. And if there is, you’re doing it wrong.
When the right one comes along, you figure it out. You move mountains, you change your life and you do whatever it takes to keep them with you.