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The Truth About Our Soulmates

There are some people who come into our lives who make us believe in something bigger than us: twin flames, karmic connections, soul mates. And they say that when you meet a soulmate, you will feel butterflies. The fact of the matter is, it’s an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach, an undefinable nervousness for something you don’t even have a name for, an omen. 

I believe it’s your soul’s way of showing you that in another life or in another Universe, they were your person and that’s why you feel the way you do now. But here–in this life, in this body, in this Universe–your person is someone else. This feeling is trying to tell you something. They’re not the one and that’s okay. 

I believe there’s a part of us that craves love so deeply that we manipulate ourselves into thinking a certain person is the one for us. We so desperately want a deep connection with people that we manipulate our thinking and we start to believe that certain people are meant for us. We believe some people are distant and closed off because they’re afraid of the inevitable hurt. We believe some people are flaky because they don’t want to get attached to something that might be too much for them. The thing is, these are excuses. 

If we’re being honest with ourselves, we know that real love is never too much. Real love will scare us because maybe the hearts we have in these bodies aren’t familiar with it. Real love comes in our waiting and when we least expect it. Real love will spark a fire in us, but will not make us feel burnt out. 

When you meet the person who is meant for you, you will feel calm. There won’t be butterflies in your stomach, but rather, perched in the palm of your hand.

Every person who you believed was the one for you will bury themselves into a distilled memory the way they’re supposed to, like the way dust settles into the nooks and crannies of our pockets. They will melt into the back of our minds the way ash does into wax after falling from a flame. When you meet the person who is meant for you, your body will tell you the only way it knows how.

About the author

Kelly Peacock

Brooklyn-based poet, writer, avid coffee drinker, and music lover.