After all this time by myself, I’m fairly certain that the common idea of soul mates is bullshit. If there is such a thing, they are made, not born. You tell yourself a story, weave together a narrative, and you just hope that you meet someone willing to tell a complementary story and that your stories mesh together well. It’s not going to be a perfect fit, but you can strive to make it so.

The thing that is true, that has always been true, is that stories are made more real in the re-telling than in the telling. All narratives need editing and rewriting and revising. And love is a process, not a finished product.