You are lost.
But then one day, in the most random of moments, for an unknown reason, you find a soul.
A soul that understands you in the most intimate way without you having to whisper a word. One that holds you like you are the most delicate beauty in the whole entire universe. It doesn’t let you fall. And even if you do start to fall, it tries to sweep you up before you even have a chance to hit the ground.
On the really hard days when you do find yourself in a million broken pieces, this soul helps glue your brokenness back together. It doesn’t get impatient with you. It doesn’t raise its voice. It doesn’t make you feel like the dirtiest mess. One broken piece at a time, it gets you to a place where you can feel whole again.
You find yourself laying tightly next to it, absolutely beaming in awe that you finally made it back to you again. You did it together. You’ve finally found a soul that loves the rawest form of you. This is what you’ve been dying for. This is what you have now.
You find yourself in a mess on the bathroom floor, bawling your eyes out in the most passionate way. Not because you’re sad, but because you can’t believe you’re worthy of such a soul. This soul is an extension of yourself, like you have been split down the middle, and now this, this is your soul finding its other half. You never knew it was possible to love a heart you’ve never held, but now this soul is holding yours, and you can’t move from the shock, from the pure delight. It’s your other half and your missing pieces and everything in between.
It has saved you.
It has rescued you from the painful shackles you didn’t know you could ever escape from.
You are healed. You are whole again.
You will love on this soul until you literally can’t breathe anymore. When you find this soul, you know it. There is no other way to describe it. You. Just. Know. And when you do know, never ever let go.