Just how many times have we thought we’ve met our soul mate—our long-awaited, glorious, magical, mysterious, soul mate—only to find ourselves ripping each other’s hearts to shreds years later?
Ending the soul mate contract, bloody heart in hand, head spinning, and oh so tired.
I hear a lot of talk about soul mates. People are praying, intending, weeping, seeking for their soul-mate-happily-ever-after. I get it.