Behind the lines

"We are the same, two lost and lonely souls searching for love, roaming for our second half. You were mine, now promise me you'll go find yours."

Love, soulmates. What do those two powerful words mean to you? To me, a soulmate is the person you crave to be with. Someone who you could spend every second of everyday with and never get bored of their presence. Someone who makes you smile when you had a deep frown pasted across your face. The person you will love no matter what. And love? Well love is the feeling you get when your around them. From the butterflies in your stomach, to the sad, painful feeling of their absence.

Is there a difference between love and lust? Personally, I feel lust is a more physical and sexual attraction. However, love a more physical and emotional attraction, if you love someone, even the little things they do make you fall even more in love with them. That's something you wouldn't have if you were just lusting for someone.

Now here is a question. Who is the one person you love most in this world? And have you met your soulmate? For me? I myself am still searching for my soulmate. And for who I love most in this world? Well, I am not sure, so I am saving that for when I find them. That special person I have dreamed about. So, whoever you are, wherever you are, that place in my heart is all yours.

I like to call myself a hopeless romantic. I get passed around from person to person not knowing how long we will last. I end up becoming just a thought in the back of their chaotic mind. Forgotten. However, maybe I have already met my soulmate. Maybe we will meet again soon. But until then I will be patiently waiting. I want to experience the feeling of love. I want to run through fields with someone, with not a care in the damn world, worrying about everything and nothing all at once with the person I love. My soulmate. I want to experience going on fancy dinner dates and dressing to impress. I want to cuddle up tight on the sofa in the cold wintery nights, with the flaming fire roaring and romantic films on the TV. I want someone to love me the way I have loved others over these years. Instead of being stuck inside these lines, I want to be able to live a life, to get married, to have a family of my own. But I cannot. I am like a genie in a lamp, a ship inside a bottle, a prisoner in a cell. Trapped. Without an escape route.