I’m at that awkward phase of my life when half of my friends are getting engaged or married and the other half are reveling in casual hook-ups and flings. One day, I’m getting invited to my friend’s engagement party, and the other I’m meeting the person my other friend is casually dating. All that aside, at the end of the day, I honestly feel that regardless of which stage I find myself in, relationships-wise, my best friends will always be my true soulmates.
A soulmate is defined as “a person who strongly resembles another in attitudes or beliefs” or “a person who is perfectly suited to another in temperament.” Therefore, a soulmate is a person who understands you and shares your thoughts. The Hollywood definition, though, totally warped how we see a soulmate. According to blockbuster rom-coms, a soulmate is your “one and only” or “the love of your life.” In reality though, I’ve always felt that the title soulmate cannot simply be limited to a love interest.
So, who is my soulmate?
My soulmate is the person I called up at 3 a.m. when a guy was giving me an unneeded headache.
My soulmate is the person who checked on me every single day when my dad was in the hospital and when I was down with the common flu.
My soulmate is the person who shares my truly questionable sense of humour and laughs with me till we both cry at the silliest jokes.
My soulmate is the person I called up when I didn’t want to go to work anymore; they encouraged me and told me it’ll be worth it in the end.
My soulmate is the person who got into the car with me when I had nonexistent driving skills even though that was both irrational and life-threatening.
My soulmate is the person who bought me a bar of chocolate to calm my nerves down and help me eat my distressed feelings while cramming for college finals.
My soulmate is the person who agrees that, yes, dogs are better humans than actual humans and that one day we’ll both move out, get our own house and raise a dozen dogs.
My soulmate is the person who reminded me of my self-worth when it was shattered by he who shall not be named.
My soulmate is the person who my family already considers part of the family.
My soulmate is the person who went shopping with me for brand new pants in the middle of a working day when I accidentally ripped the pair I was wearing because I’m clumsier than most people.
My soulmate is the person who gives me tough love when my attitude gets out of line and I let annoying or unfortunate circumstances get the best of me.
My soulmate is the person who willingly tried my cooking, even though that cake/cookie/chicken platter may have very-well been under-cooked and, well, torturous for one’s taste buds to endure.
My soulmate is the person who knew me back during my ‘dark age’ when I thought editing a picture on Microsoft Paint was socially acceptable- mainly because they did the same.
My soulmate is the person who I first call up when I’m happy, devastated, bored, annoyed, mad, excited or a mixture of all six.
My soulmate is the person who can recite, off the back of their head, a compilation of my most embarrassing moments and habits, mostly because they witnessed all of them.
My soulmate is the person who encouraged me to try all sorts of new and exciting things when fear of the unknown was getting the best of me.
My soulmate is the person who shares my unequivocal and irrevocable love for books, art and music.
So, yes, my soulmate- or rather soulmates are my best friends and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
