“Are you guys soulmates?” a woman leaned in and asked at the bar. I giggled, because of what a silly question it was. The term “soulmate” is such an overused cliché, and we are quite the opposite.
What I wanted to say was we are a rare hybrid eclipse. You, with eyes that speak for all the senses, and me, with a heart so big it could swallow you whole. Life was perfectly copacetic before we met, but after we collided, the once black and white world became a colorful wonderland. Now I see in shades I never knew I could: amethyst, cyan, emerald, scarlet, and azure.
What I wanted to say was I believe in passion. You have more passion in your pinky finger than most people do in their entire bodies, and for that, I will always believe in you.
What I wanted to say was you have helped me to realize that what weighs me down is not mine to carry. You endlessly reinstate my faith in god, in humanity, in love, and in myself. With you I am weightless, floating in a cloudless, warm summer sky.
What I said instead was, “sure.” And as I sat there by your side, I squeezed your hand and smiled because I knew.