A Speck Of Dust

✩ 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✩

We all want to believe in fated mates, in the red string that bounds two souls who are meant to be
We all wanna believe that out there there is a person made just for us to be with
A person that will love us as deeply as we love them
Someone who will give us the moon while we give them the stars
Someone who will look into our soul and accept every part of it
Even the blackholes within
Even the darkness inside
That will wipe away all of our insecurities in an instant while saying "I love you"
like we were their most precious being in this world
But disappointment after disappointment
Wait after wait
We start to believe that there is no such thing for us
That no one will love us for who we truly are
truthfully and deeply
Our expectations crumble
We start being happy with the tiniest sign of care
of love
Our self esteem drops so low that we start to think we're not enough
They'll probably just get bored of us because
Why would they stay anyway we're not worth staying
And what if we're showing too much love
What if this urge of talking to them all the time, of wanting to give them all the love we have is annoying them, is pushing them away?
But if it wasn't true than why can't I be loved as much as I love
Why am I always the one craving for it 

Our fairytale shatters, our hope dies

And what we longed for the most becomes what we fear the most
With our hope, our red string starts faltering too
The weels of destiny start to change directions
but yet
this little spark
hidden
in the deepest part of our heart
keeps it from making its full turn
like a little rock keeping it from turning
That spark that we should never loose cause one day
the person at the other end of the string will come and turn it into a fire that will set your heart ablaze
breaking all the walls you've built around yourself

Yes this person does exist
But you have to be brave enough to find her
Patient enough to wait for her Courageous enough to accept her and get to know her
To become soulmates and not already be
To be the mechanism that leads the weels of your destiny
and to be the ones that ties the red thread of fate to each other's fingers  cause that is what you call
fated mates