When you find your soul mate, that missing piece of yourself that has been lost, everything is supposed to feel right again. That's the entire point of wanting to find them. So you can be a whole person. And all of the things that you've been missing, can be found and put into place where they belong.
It should be an amazing feeling. The connection should just come naturally, because you're supposed to be together. Your souls were meant to intertwine. They're like magnets, being pulled together inexplicably. You can't stop it.
But what if you're scared? What if you love this other person so much that you don't want them to be a part of you. You don't want to let them into your soul because you're afraid you'll ruin them. If you can feel everything they feel, then they can feel everything you feel too. And what if everything you feel sometimes is dark and painful?
You want to protect them from that part of you. So you try to hide it away and only give them the shiny happy parts of your soul. But the shiny parts are just a fraction of what you have inside. It's superficial. It's decoration. It's not the real you. It's just a piece of you. Therefore, you're still not a whole person.
Instead of putting two halves of the puzzle together to make a complete picture, you're only giving them a quarter of yourself. Therefore the pieces won't stay together. Something is still missing. And it's not because it doesn't fit, it's because you refuse to even show them this hidden piece of the puzzle that you have in your pocket.
You think you're doing it to protect them. But in reality what you're doing is shutting them out. You're rejecting them. By refusing to give them all of your soul, you're depriving them of becoming whole too. So what you get are two souls that are desperately drawn to each other and two people who love each other beyond words. And something still doesn't feel right. Something is still missing.
You feel even more lost than you did before you found them. It's like looking for buried treasure. You have the map, you do all the legwork, you spend years traveling the world looking for that big X that marks the spot. And then you finally find it. The search is over. The treasure is right under your feet. All you have to do is dig, and suddenly you find yourself without a shovel. Imagine the frustration of knowing everything you've been wanting your whole life is right in front of you, but you can't reach it.
For the longest time this was how I lived my life. My girlfriend had found the treasure, and I had the shovel, but I wouldn't let her use it. So she just stood there staring at the X. Patiently waiting for a freak landslide that would move the earth and uncover the treasure without having to dig. Maybe the earth would move and the treasure would just come spilling out?
She waited and she waited because she knew it would be worth it. You don't spend your whole life searching for something, then walk away when it doesn't materialize instantly. You have to see it through. You can't give up. You pray for a miracle. And that's when it happens.
An earthquake occurs, and the ground splits open, and suddenly everything is in chaos. You're scared and confused and afraid you'll get sucked down into the earth and lost forever. But you hold on tight to each other because you know you can't let go. This is all you have. And then the chaos subsides, and you're left standing there with the treasure at your feet. You can see it now. It's real. It actually exists.
You had to endure the fear and the pain and the tears, but in the end you're left with a gift. A real treasure. Something that you can't even put a price on because it's so valuable. You have your soul mate. Just like the ground changes shape with the moving earth, your pieces were changed too.They fit together now. You're complete.
And it's then that I realized that puzzle pieces are jagged and uneven. They're not perfect. If you tried to put two completely perfect and smooth objects together, they'd just slip away from each other. But you get two pieces that have rough edges and imperfections and stick them together, it's like glue. The imperfect corners, that by themselves might be too sharp and dangerous for anyone to handle, disappear once they're united with the other piece.
My pain didn't ruin her. And her pain didn't ruin me. Our love was strong enough to overcome all of that. We just had to let it happen. No more hiding. No more fear. The only way to love someone is completely or not at all. There is no in between. You either put your trust in them and let them see your soul, or you lose them.
I learned this lesson. I'm not scared anymore. I know she sees me. I know she can feel me. I know she's traveled into those black caves in my soul. But instead of running out screaming at what she found, she saw me sitting there in a dark corner alone. And she sat down next to me and comforted me and helped me find my way back out of there again. She may have been scared when she went in there, but she braved it because she loved me. And because she didn't want to leave me there by myself anymore.
I thought I always had to be there by myself. I thought it was my punishment. I deserved to be in the dark alone. Why would I want to bring someone I loved into the darkness with me? But the answer is simple. So I can be saved. She is the light I've been looking for. And now that I know what it feels like to have light on me, I'll never be alone in the dark again.



