Throughout time, as long as humans have loved, they have believed in soul mates. One person out there, tied to them, the missing piece of their soul.
What else could explain that feeling of in completion, the need to search, to scour the globe until the puzzle piece is found?
Everyone from royalty to peasants has searched, has looked into the eyes of another, wondering, is it you? Have I found you? But fate does not intend an easy path for all. Sometimes, death interferes. Sometimes the world
conspires to keep soul mates apart.
But sometimes, the bitterest pill to take is to have a soul mate who wants to consume you, to own you, to drink your strength. A soul mate that is tied to you, and you are shackled to them. No choice what so ever.
Fate dealt a cruel card to me. This was one instance where it may have been better if the souls had never found each other, but, as always, they had been dragged together like black magnets.
On one side of the coin, it was a blessing, because I had my soul mate by my side since the moment I
first opened my eyes to this world.
But on the flip side, the blessing was my curse. My soul mate could hear my thoughts, read me like a book and use me for what he wished. It took me most of my life to realize I was being conquered, and years to escape his tyranny.
As I drove towards Seattle my eyes trained on the horizon, I forced my mind to stop. Choice, I told myself. The greatest gift in life was choice. I took some deep breaths, techniques taught to me by my mother, and stared at the purple-smudge clouds hovering over Seattle like bruises. I deliberately relaxed my grip on the steering wheel, the last shaft of sunlight glinting off my bright promise ring. I allowed the pleasure of the lush greenery to soothe me, and wound down my window to breathe the
sweet air. I tried to stop feeling like I was driving into battle. Even though I was.
