They call it a soulmate—

a twin flame,

your other half,

a kindred spirit,

someone who completes you,

your perfect match,

the one the universe handpicked just for you.

They say it’s destiny,

a divine connection,

a love that’s meant to be.

People romanticize it,

make it sound rare, like there’s just one person out there

to fill all your empty spaces.

But honestly?
As much as I may love the idea...

I’m not sure any of it actually exists.

Maybe it’s all romantic wishful thinking,

the fantasies of a wannabe loverboy.

Maybe I’m holding onto some dream

about love being more than just two people

trying to make it work.

But if a soulmate was a real thing,

it wouldn’t be about perfection.

It would be a reflection.

A soulmate wouldn’t complete you.

They’d show you everything you already are,

everything you’ve been hiding from.

They’d be the mirror—

not some perfect fit,

but the one who makes visible the parts of yourself

you might not see.

They wouldn’t let you stay comfortable.

They’d help you face truth,

the fears, the flaws,

the parts of you that need to grow.

They wouldn’t just lay bare the bad bits,

they’d hold up the parts of you

that are magic,

the pieces you’ve forgotten

or never knew were there.

They’d see the quiet parts

you didn’t know anyone noticed,

the way your mind works,

the light in your eyes.

They’d show you things

you didn’t know people liked about you,

the qualities you’ve buried

because you never knew they mattered.

They’d help you see your beauty,

not just the broken parts.

They’d remind you

of the power in your kindness,

the spark in your laughter,

the way you show up for others.

You’d see yourself through their eyes,

and maybe for the first time,

you could understand

that you are more than your mistakes,

more than your fears.

You’re something greater.

And they’d help you believe that,

even on the days you don’t.

And here’s the thing:

it wouldn’t be one-sided.

You’d be their mirror too.

Standing side by side,

reflecting each other

both of you pushing the other

to rise,

to become more.

Not a perfect match—

because no one is perfect—

but a perfect reflection.

A reflection that shows not just who you are,

but who you could be,

if you’re willing to look,
and see.

They wouldn’t fix you,

wouldn’t save you.

That’s not the point.

They’d hold the mirror steady

while you do the work,

and you’d do the same for them.

No fairytales here,

just two people willing to dig deep,

willing to love in a way that’s raw,

real,

and sometimes messy.

I don’t know if this kind of love is real.

Maybe it’s all in my head,

maybe love is just survival with company.

But if soulmates do exist,

it wouldn’t be about destiny,

it’d be about reflection—

two people,

mirroring each other’s struggles and strengths,

and saying,

“I see you. I’m here.”