Soulmates

for twenty-year-olds who have never been loved

All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.

This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?

The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.

At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.

Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.

But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.

The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.

They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.

And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.

#for those romantically inclined #but also soulmates are platonic as well

AU where people age until they reach 18 and then stop aging until they meet their soul mate so they can grow old together.

i’d never die

but imagine already being in a relationship at 18 and then at 22 you’re both sitting there looking at each other and realizing that you both haven’t aged a day

imagine platonically moving in with ur best friend at 18 and then realizing a few years later that you’ve been aging together

imagine purposely never finding your soul mate so you can reign eternal

holy shit i think we may have stumbled upon the greatest romance/adventure concept ever

What if you killed your soul mate so you’d make sure you never aged.

This just makes me really want a story where the main antagonist is someone who has been killing their soulmate for centuries whenever they find them, and the main protagonist is the newly re-incarnated version of their soulmate

okay but you guys dont realize the potential.

imagine meeting a handsome young man who’s seen as a player and sleeps around a lot and you notice a scar along his arm and ask where he got it. he just look down at his feet and said “i used to be a soldier in world war one”. He’s been sleeping around and hooking up so much cause he’s been trying to find his soulmate for years but hasn’t yet.

Imagine going on your first date with someone and you really hit it off and then the next day you notice a grey hair and call them on the phone excitedly screaming and they both just sit on the phone hysterically crying and laughing.

Imagine sitting in silence with your partner and having them say out of the blue “i feel so old when im around you… but… in a good way” and thats the moment you know that they love you.

imagine having a dog thats 18 in human years and it starts to get gray patches of fur because they loves you so much.

imagine noticing you look older and freaking out but then stopping and getting super confused because “im not dating anyone right now…. which of my friends is my soulmate… WHICH ONE IS IT!?!?!?” and then they hopelessly date everyone they know in order to find out which one it fucking was. it was the pizza delivery guy the whole time. they went on 27 dates that all ended in confusion and heartbreak and it was the god damn pizza delivery guy from a month ago the whole fucking time. 

imagine someone dating their partner for 5 years and then having an affair. only after the affair do they start aging.

imagine nuns who start to age after they ceremoniously “marry god”

imagine people getting surgeries to look older cause they dont want people to think theyre alone.

imagine having parents who wont let you date anyone but they start to notice you aging and then you have to have a terrifying “surprise im gay and i have a boyfriend haha oops” conversation

imagine seeing couples with teenage kids and the couple both looks 18.

i could go on for hours.

imagine immortal aromantics/asexuals

Raleigh looking at Mako

#to fight monsters we created soulmates

so that post going around about soulmates and the world being black and white until you meet yours, then and only then do you see colors

so imagine four year old scott and stiles meeting and everything bursts into color and because they’re so young, they grow up not even remembering a world without it

imagine the people that assume they’re lying about that awesome tree with purple flowers because no one that young can see color

imagine the conflicted feelings their parents have for a multitude of reasons, and maybe stiles’s mom is the only one of the four that is completely happy and accepting of it

imagine them going through life, going through middle school as more or less the only kids that knew what red and yellow and green and blue looked like

imagine how, because they never knew anything else, the full extent of what this means is lost on them, and while they technically get it, it’s not A Thing, it’s just how it is, brothers and best friends forever.

(and then imagine how scott’s world somehow gets even brighter when he meets allison, and how confusing that is for both him AND stiles, though stiles doesn’t really get why

and then imagine how scott’s world goes gray when allison dies.

it takes months before the color beings to slowly seep back in, months of being with stiles, and it’s only then that scott really understands what a big deal this is, this soulmate world-coloring thing because holy shit, he forgot how beautiful everything is, how beautiful stiles looks in vivid shades that used to be the norm

and damn, was his mouth always that pink?)

imagine *･゜ﾟ･*☆ 

Robert Brault