A Soulmate is... #EveryDayMovie

A Soulmate is...

                                                                                                                                                                                                 July 16,1980 

Dear Journal,                              

A soulmate, something very hard to describe yet everyone seems to know what it is.  

Many people have different definitions of what it could be. Some say it's when you find someone that compliments you, or it's someone who you devote your life to, and others even say that they don't exist.  

But what does it mean to find that person? 

Sure, trying to find a solid meaning to a soulmate is quite crucial, but once you do find that person, what does it feel like? Does your opinion change? Does being with that person really make everything worthwhile? 

I asked myself these questions before.

I was a fourteen-year-old girl, how was I supposed to know that I was going to meet him then. My friends and I were in the stands watching the parade while he was down there as the head drummer. I could tell he was tall, his face was well structured, he had curly hair and the most beautiful green eyes. 

Suddenly, our eyes met, and he blew a kiss. I didn't know what it was, but I felt a shock go through my body. I could hear my friends taunting me. It couldn't possibly be me, I thought. But then he winked and blew me another kiss, and I knew for sure.  

After that I didn't see the handsome stranger for two years. War had broken out during this time. While I was in hiding, he was fighting alongside the rebellion. I thought of him often, even though I didn't know anything about him. Nevertheless, my mind always drifted to him.

I was sixteen when I finally saw him again. About a block away from my house he was working in a store, and once again our eyes met. I knew we both felt it. That same shock feeling we got when we first saw each other. 

Afterwards we started dating, and we were inseparable. It was against my father's wishes but my mother and aunt promised to keep my secret. He eventually asked for my hand in marriage, with my father's permission, and I was married to him at sixteen.  

Soon I stopped asking the questions. With him, I had answers and I didn't need to ask more. He was my sun and I was his moon, neither one alike yet both needed to make life thrive. Of course, we argue, we're not perfect, but somehow knowing we're perfect in our own way makes my heart feel lighter.

Here I am two years later writing this to remind myself of how my idea of a soulmate has changed as I grew. This could happen to others, where people who didn't believe finally met that person who changed their mind. What I learned is my soulmate is someone that I see myself in, but also another person. We found each other on our own, and that's what makes our love more special.

Love, Maria