Is this true? Do we all have soul mates that we need to chase around until we find them? I mean, really. Really? Aren't there a pretty vast number of people that will suffice?
Am I making concessions (did I just write, "suffice"?)?
Am I so totally enamoured with the thought that love doesn't really need to exist in that fairy tale way, that I'm forgetting how fabulous it feels to be one half of a whole? It's just so damaging and empty when you don't find him.
What happens then? Are we empty shells of the person we're supposed to be? I sincerely don't feel like an empty shell. I feel like a cornucopia which flowith over. That's right. Flowith. So take that, Greek mythology.
1 comment:
Flowith certainly suffices, I think...xo
Post a Comment