My soulmate
First of all let me tell you, he’s a pain in my ass. But I recognized him from the start. The first time I saw him I wanted to write a story about him. I didn’t even know who he was but I had guesses and ideas and I wanted to right them down. In the words of an underrated poet, “your soulmate will be the stranger you recognize,” and I may not have recognized him but I wanted to write a story about him and for me, the writer and the dreamer, that is my soul recognizing him. Now. About him. He’s a few inches taller than me and he holds his height very proudly. He’s very sensitive. Like extremely sensitive. And earning his trust is very hard and I’m not sure I’ve even done it yet. I fee comfortable with him. Like I could tell him anything. He’s a little evil and a little flirty. And extremely sexy. I could be having the worst day ever and he’d just look at me a certain way and I’d be turned on. He’s strong both physically and mentally. He’s worked hard his whole life. His mind works in beautiful ways and it’s a mess but I’ll spend my life trying to figure it out. He’s got these pretty eyes that are a deep color that can’t even be named. It’s not blue or green but it’s not turquoise either. It’s beautiful. He always finds a way to get what he wants. It drives me crazy. But he’ll do it. He’s incredibly smart. I can’t even try to understand some of the things he can comprehend. He’s got a strong will. He makes things happen. He’s my soulmate and I’m so proud of him.

















