You’re Not Going To Find Your Soulmate, Because He Doesn’t Exist
That perfect someone who was made for you seems so tangible for romantics, but is nothing but a storyline ending to a cartoon you watched nearly twenty years ago.
That perfect someone who was made for you seems so tangible for romantics, but is nothing but a storyline ending to a cartoon you watched nearly twenty years ago.
Our soul is itching to express itself and instead we’ve cooped it up in a body going in one direction. But we have legs! Arms! Fingers that can create, build, re-build, care for, love, and comfort others. So, why do we insist on being like one another?
When you travel, you leave parts of your heart in the cracks of the streets of the cities you visit, in the hands of people you loved, and in each of the things you touched. When so many pieces of you are left straggling in places you didn’t mean to leave them, you have no choice but to mourn your losses, for you’ve left a part of you there.