I’ve always believed that the idea of a soulmate is shitty. It’s shitty because it makes us feel like we are supposed to have these overwhelmingly perfect love stories. Stories of people going to the ends of the earth for one another, of being totally wrong for each other on paper but being with each other anyway because their love is just that strong.
Maybe we have it all wrong. Maybe instead of looking for that dramatic, can’t live without you, can’t breathe without you kind of love; maybe instead of looking for that perfect, all consuming, stereotypical, fairytale kind of love, we should just focus on finding out person.
You know — the one who loves us despite our morning breath, the one who makes us laugh even when we’re super annoyed with them. The one who will watch horror movies with us because we’re too scared to watch it alone, even though we think of ourselves as adults with full-time jobs.
The one who will clumsily stumble over their words as they try to say ‘I love you,’ which only makes it more perfect and more meaningful.
The one who calls us out when we need to be called out. The one who only makes us fall in love with them more when they reveal their imperfect nature, because it reminds us that they are human too and that they trust us enough to open up that which they most often hide.
Sometimes, that’s what you need. That’s the real romantic stuff – those everyday, ordinary human moments that occur in all of the time that exists in-between the perfectly manicured romantic comedy scenes.
Anybody can fall in love with a soulmate – the articulate, flawless, mysterious beings who never spend a single minute looking or feeling or seeming uncertain.
But falling in love with your person – somebody who still makes you smile despite all of the suck that surrounds us on a daily basis? That’s rare. That’s special. And that’s something that bollywood will never be able to get its hands on.