by Dawn W

Plato contemplated that humans were originally born with two heads, four arms, and four legs. Zeus, fearing their power and being the megalomaniac that we all know he was; split the humans and cursed them all to a lifetime searching for their other half.

It’s from this Platonic mythos that we get the idea of soulmates. That perfect person that completes us in ways that we didn’t even know possible. It is both an incredibly romantic notion and an incredibly popular one. Romances are built and destroyed on the premise that soulmates exist…and maybe you aren’t it after all.

Do I believe that there is only one person on the planet for me? No.

Do I believe in soulmates? Yes. In fact, I have several.

I have a group of friends whom I trust completely. They make me feel more like myself when I am around them. We can laugh and cry and be open with one another. In victory or defeat they are there, usually with alcohol to celebrate or soothe. We have bonded in ways that go beyond simple common interests (though there are a lot of those). Each one of them fills in a little hole in my soul that I didn’t realize was there. 

Our society spends so much time focused on romantic relationships that we sometimes completely ignore the other relationships we so desperately need. While my friendships cannot take the place of a romantic relationship, a lover would never; COULD never take the place of my friendships. These people are my heroes, my cheerleaders, my critics, my soulmates. 


So, to Carla, Courtney, Victoria, Lauren, Sarah, David, Ashley, and ALL the rest of you (I couldn’t name everyone because I’m so afraid I would forget someone, but if you think you belong on this list, you do) I am forever grateful. ❤