Soulmate.....s

Well, here’s a thought..no…here’s a word…"soulmate"…now what’s the first thing that comes to your mind..is it a person?..hmmm a definition?.. or probably a call for an argument that the word simply does not exist....mine is different..maybe it comes with the fact that I was born different..not the typical person you meet on the street or anywhere else in this freaking universe..the first thing that pops on my mind…is the plural of the word…"soulmates"…if you are Einstein enough to figure it out…hell yes…in my N years of existence in this not-so-friendly world I was blessed enough to meet two souls that matched my black soul. Indeed, it seems unbelievable to meet someone you feel comfortable talking to.. and sharing with all the events in your luck-forsaken life… much less two. There will just come a point in your life when you meet someone…a stranger… whom you've just met for few seconds yet you feel like you’ve known each other for years…or maybe..since you were just happily swimming and sleeping in your dear mother’s placenta. Before you know it..you have opened up the book of your life to that person. You have shown the weakness in you and unveil your deepest and darkest monster in the closet. You have entrusted your life and pride to a soul that is not even one-blood drop connected to you. And as weird as it sound and as it may be…you will always feel this bond that binds you no matter how separated you may be or how long the years will pass. And in your heart you will always know if something is wrong with this person or if peace of mind has finally flown to the right direction. You never miss to smile reminiscing everything that you have done together that brought joy for the both of you. No matter how stupid the joke you have shared or how non-sense the conversation or no matter how cheap the dinner and how boring the movie may be. Even a simple meet up or house-tambay watching soap-opera, series or basketball or volleyball game while eating a sliced watermelon or pineapple or banana-q...just doesn't appear boring. The simple pleasure of being together doing the best things in life simply defines life and how it should be lived. But this doesn’t mean you don’t share an argument or two. Of course you do.. but it’s not what lingers. The single moment of joy is more powerful than an hour of silent war. At the end of the day despite not talking…you still feel…like you have the best conversation ever. How lucky i can be..to experience this with two individuals who both complement my what-u-see-not-what-u-get nature and sharp wit.. (react..!)...If you... and you...are reading this…thankz for the friendship...