rethinking your idea of soulmates

alright my loves, let’s talk soulmates!

i know a lot of us have fallen for the disney princess trap where this idea of someone being the one for you has been locked into your mind, because me too girl.

growing up, i was too a total sucker for the idea of soulmates. the type of love that was written in the stars, whispered about by fate, and just meant to be. blame it on my obsession with the movie about time (if you haven’t watch this please do and please expect a blog about this soon), but i fully believed everyone had one person they were destined to find. someone who fit your heart like a missing puzzle piece.

but somewhere along the way — through messy friendships, late-night talks with my sister, and that unexplainable connection you sometimes feel with a stranger in the target checkout line — i realized something. soulmates aren’t just purely about romance. they’re about connection. they’re about the people (and moments) that make you feel known, without even trying.

i believe in friendship soulmates. the ones you meet at 14 in the back of the english classroom or at 19 when you’re crying in a dorm hallway. the kind of friend who finishes your sentences, knows your iced coffee order, and loves you even when you ghost them for a week because life got hard. they are your built-in diary, your forever plus one, your ride-or-die for 2am breakdowns and spontaneous road trips alike.

and then there’s family soulmates. the relatives who see parts of you no one else does, because they’ve known you since you were still figuring out how to be a person. my mom, for example? absolutely my soulmate. not just because she gave birth to me (shoutout, mom), but because there’s something about the way she understands my silence, my weird habits, my need to rewatch gilmore girls when i’m sad — it’s soulmate level.

i also believe in moment soulmates (here me out here). those fleeting, magical minutes where the universe just clicks. like dancing in the rain with your best friends, sitting in perfect silence on a road trip at sunset, or hearing a song for the first time and feeling like it was written just for you. these moments are little soulmates too, brief but beautiful reminders that life itself can be your partner if you pay attention.

and of course, i still believe in romantic soulmates. but not in the "only one person for you" way i used to. i think you can have lots of great loves — each one showing up at the exact time you need them, teaching you something, changing you just a little. and if you’re lucky, maybe one of them sticks around forever. everyone comes into your life with the potential to be a soulmate, but it’s up to you (or maybe the universe as well) to choose to uncover that.

at the end of the day, soulmates — in any form — are about feeling seen. they’re about those rare, precious connections where you don’t have to explain yourself because they just know. and if that’s not magic, i don’t know what is!

so here’s to all the soulmates, in every form they take — the best friend you call your platonic love of your life, the sibling who knows all your secrets, the strangers who make you believe in humanity again, and the moments that make your heart smile for no reason at all.

because soulmates aren’t just about love stories. they’re about every story that makes you feel alive.