After experiencing many ups and a few downs, one thing is anchored in my head: I think I found my soulmate. I know it’s hard to believe, I wasn’t even sure about the existence of soulmates and even so, how many chances did I have to find mine? That said, when things don’t go as they should, it hurts. When you love and care about someone so deeply, and they’re not willing to give you back the same devotion… When that happened to me, it went to the point where I felt like I needed to remove myself from the situation because my heart just couldn’t take any more of it. One key point that I had the chance to understand through this whole process of being hurt was that me removing myself and running away from the pain was seen as abandon by my other half, and nothing hurts as much as abandon. I could not imagine him abandoning me, because that would definitely rip my soul apart. I could not understand him because at the time, I was blindsided by the hurt. I thought I had two choices: staying with someone that I loved more than anything, but who didn’t value me as much as I valued him, or leaving out of spite and without the expectation of facing the anger, the frustration, the pain with him by my side, because I knew I would have to face those alone anyways. To me, choosing myself over this deep and special love was the most courageous and risky thing I have ever done. If I don’t value myself, no one ever will. At the end, I chose me and still got love, because he’s my soulmate. I can’t lie, I was burning with the need to talk to him, to be with him, because my love for him will never diminish no matter what he’ll put me through. I’ve learned that when it’s worthy (and he will ALWAYS be worth it), it’s better to work on the issue rather than abandoning the burning ship. It marked a turning point in my relationship by making me realize the purity of my love for him. I am not seeing us as opponents, I’m seeing us as companions that have each other’s back, that protect, help, and forgive each other. He might be perfectly made for me, but he’s not perfect and neither am I. I would be willing to endure the pain for him, because the joy he brings into my life is immeasurable. True love brings salvation, mercy, compassion and redemption. If it wasn’t by the hurt that he caused me to feel, I would have never had this chance to have an insight on that part of me, a sweet, vulnerable and soft part. Through this process, the one who was causing me the more pain actually became my remedy. Instead of fighting, I would rather sit with him, and try to figure out a way of understanding him. Now I also understand the fact that my love for him is transforming everyday into something deeper, stronger and healthier, and I’ll eternally be thankful for him. I would lie if I’d say I am completely healed, but one thing is sure : I am willing to work on it for the rest of my life.