The Special Bonds of Soulmates

There is a special bond between two people who know from their soul, outwards, that they are meant to be together. They may have their arguments or miscommunications, but they know from deep within that they are meant to stay in that relationship, and work things out. I know how it feels, I have been connected to my soulmate for almost thirty nine years. We spent twenty three of them apart, too young to completely understand the damage we would cause to each other as a result of our immature break up at nineteen, but we never stopped thinking about each other. We had made mistakes, and we had to take care of our lives the best we could until it was possible for us to be together again.

We sensed that we were thinking about each other, for all those years, and when we reunited, that theory was confirmed. There was always that tug, that centrifugal force that wouldn’t break, no matter who we were with, or what we were doing throughout those years. I could feel him wanting me, longing to be with me, and he felt the same. I never felt comfortable with anyone else. It was foreign to the cells of my being to pretend to be in love, when my heart belonged to only one man from my past. But pretend I did for many years. My outer shell did all the right things expected of me, but my insides ached, and my mind never stopped dreaming of someday reuniting.

I have to admit, it was all consuming. Not a good way to live, but my heart, mind, and soul belonged to the one, and only one, I felt I was created to be with by my Higher Power. This made it appear and feel to me, as if I was cheating to be with anyone else, even though I knew our time to be back together was still ahead in the future. I couldn’t put my life on hold, however, so I lived, and dated, and felt guilt and shame, knowing my soul knew the difference. There was no magical connection with anyone else. No conversations of life and love and kids and parents and friends. No similar belief system. No smile that would warm my heart and kick all my senses into gear. No charm saved just for me. No playful kidding that only we understood. I had felt protected with my soul mate, he was my armor, and I always felt safe and content in his care.