Everyone wants to believe in their one true love. They want to believe in love’s true kiss, the chill-you-to-your-bones first look when you fall in love, and the earth-shattering moment you’ve found the person you can’t live without. You want to imagine the day when nothing else matters but the hand you’re holding, the eyes that watch you fall asleep and the smile that wakes you in the morning.
Everyone wants to believe in finding his or her soulmate. The person that fits you so completely, you’re not sure how you survived so long without them. The person that finishes your thought even before you have, and pushes you to reach even higher than your dreams. Everyone wants to wait for the person that fills you with so much joy that you forget what sorrow is. The person that you take the most important walk with – down the aisle.
I am all for this happily ever after. But, I am more for the morning after… And I don’t mean the pill.
I mean the morning after a great night out when your best friend and you spend the day in your pajamas talking about the disasters that occur after midnight. The morning after that turns into an afternoon filled with Tijuana Flats and ice cream… because that’s what weekends are for.
I am all for finding your soulmate. But, maybe you don’t recognize the one that you already have.
My kind of soulmate is the one that takes a spontaneous road trip with you when you’re feeling sad. The kind of person that drives to your house when you’re crying, picks you up, and moves you into theirs for an undetermined stay. The kind of friend that listens to you say the exact same thing a million times over, always with a good set of advice, until one day you’re over it and returning the favor.
My kind of soulmate is someone that remembers your birthday without Facebook, and sends you thoughtful gifts from another continent. The type of person that tells you how it is no matter how brutal because they know it’s best for you. The kind of person that knows all your deepest secrets and tattoos them on their hearts as if it were their own.
My kind of soulmate is the one that makes you laugh until you pee your pants, and continues to laugh when you do. The kind of person that will forgive you because there are too many moments to miss out on by staying mad. The type of friend that will judge everyone else with you, but will never judge you no matter what you could’ve done.
My kind of soulmate is the one that finds a way to make you smile at your darkest. The type of person that tells you when you’re wrong, and builds you up when you’re wrong about yourself. The kind of friend that will take selfies with you at the bar and not give a shit about who’s watching. The kind of person that believes in you even when you don’t believe in yourself.
My kind of soulmate is my best friend, and I’m so thankful to have him. So, take this moment to thank yours. Thank them for the nights that turn into mornings, and for the mornings that turn into nights. Thank them for all the empty wine bottles and the clothes borrowed that you’ll always be missing. Thank them for the memories you’ll never forget and all of the ones to come. Most importantly, thank them for being the one that you can count on when the rest of the world is reading fairytales.
I know I’ll find that knees-weak, heart-racing, smile-you-can’t-avoid kind of love one day. But for now, I already found my soulmate. And they have to approve of Mr. Right, anyway.