Soul Mate

I have discovered something and it now has me in my bunk, thinking. Maybe I actually discovered it a long time ago, but only realized it now. Who knows? But it's aching and aching my brain, struggling to grasp it and make sense of it.

I have discovered my soul mate.

A soul mate is someone who you love and trust. A soul mate is someone who you can confide in about your worst fears, your highest hopes and your biggest dreams. A soul mate is someone who will listen and help you through your confusing and overwhelming emotions as they pull you in several directions, leaving you tangled and detached, like a brittle leaf left in solitude on a bare tree that the wind eventually breaks off and sends scattering. A soul mate is someone who knows you inside and out, knows you so well that there's nothing to hide.

I have found that person. I have found my soul mate and like twins, we are together as one. And I love it. I love my soul mate.

Love for your soul mate isn't the same as any kind of love. Love for your soul mate is that inexplicable love that burrows in the pit of your stomach, the heart of your mind, and the core of your heart. It's more than simply being in love; it's more than that, beyond that even. Just beyond your comprehension that all you can know about it, is that it is there.

It's that kind of love where waking up in the morning knowing that one person loves you and you love that one person just makes life a bit simpler. It's that kind of love where you would give your mere existence as a person, as a human, give your mere life, to the hands of God to be sure that person is safe and sheltered from harm. It's that kind of love where nothing is a secret, nothing is unknown, nothing is left to be revealed; where a lone tear from the eye or a single expression in your body language tells many stories and that person already knows those stories... And you never even had to speak...

It's like being psychic. Telepathic. Linked as one. Aforementioned, like twins. Only stronger. A stronger bond than anything else in life. Like being that person, as well as yourself, while that person is like the both of you combined. Like you both lead each other's lives through each other’s eyes and through your bond. You know each other so well, almost too well, to the point where it's like looking into your own eyes when you stare at that person. It's like hearing your own thoughts as that person speaks to you or helps you through problems. It's like healing your own wounds by being there for that person. It's like sobbing your own sobs, tearing your own tears, feeling your own pain, when that person is sobbing and in pain and misery.

It's like being by yourself all the time, but never alone.

That's a soul mate, I know it. And I also know that I have it. I have my soul mate. I have found that person.

There's only one problem--

I am suddenly showered by liquid of some kind and then, I hear a familiar laugh and a voice that is even more familiar proudly declare "I GOTCHA HEAD! I GOT HIM!" and then the sound of footsteps running away.

--Okay maybe we can't be together. I have found my soul mate, but we can't be together. Maybe soul mates aren't always meant to "be together" in that way. Maybe soul mates are just meant to be on Earth together; whether it be miles away or just down the road from each other, but always there for each other through it all and in the end. Maybe soul mates are just meant to be together on Earth. And in life.

Now if you'll excuse me, I was sprayed by a shakened can of beer opened just enough to substitute as a spray pistol. And now, I must have my revenge.

'Cause you know what they say about revenge: it's sweet.

"God damnit, Munky, I am gonna KILL you!" I cry as I hop down from my bunk and chase after my soul mate.