to love on purpose

All my life, i wondered if soulmates exist.

you know, like “the one”,

the person you met in a past life,

and fell so deeply in love that you promised to meet in your next life,

and continue your story that ended far before it was supposed to.

your destiny.

everyone seemed to be enchanted by that idea, and so was I.

meeting your soulmate seemed like the best possible solution to love,

it would be comfortable, effortless, and right.

meet, fall in love, and live happily ever after—

sweet and simple.

but after some thought,

I don't quite know if i want to believe:

the reason i love is caused by a fabricated theory

of what we could have been, or predetermined and set in stone.

no amount of coincidental meet-ups in coffee shops, 

or angel numbers that scream your name could ever convince me–

that i was destined to love you.

screw being soulmates, i love you on purpose.