Soul Mates

There are some people in my life I would call my soul mates, despite my lack of faith in the concept. These people make me happier than anybody else in the whole world. Just being with them, driving down an everyday road, sitting on their bed and making random conversation is enough.

Four years ago we went our separate ways, you know, college and everything. And in those four years, I got five days with them. Five magical days that I would without a doubt say are the best days of my life.


But those five days came to an end and I returned from my fairy tale to the real world. This real world, which my soul mates are not a part of. We've been away from each for so long, so removed from each other's lives, that friendship has been redefined.


They are my best friends, but do not know when I'm having a bad day. They're the most important people in my life, but they don't know the names of my roommates. They're my girls, but they were not a part of the big career decision I just made. They're not a part of my monotony. They're not really a part of my life.

And today I began to wonder if all I'm doing is living in the past, holding on to people who are not really with me and who are not really friends in the everyday sense of the word.

It's a fleeting thought. I don't want to let go. I'm stubborn like that. And so, they're always with me. They're my soul mates.