How Did You Know? II

I write this rather belatedly to assure my wife what I meant by soulmate in my very first posting in this blogsite.



Though my beautiful and ever understanding spouse swears she has searched the net for the meaning of the word and all she kept finding was the romantic meaning of “soulmate,” let me assure her and you guys that by soulmate, I simply meant that invisible thread which Hindus of ancient times believed to connect individuals. You know, like two souls were created from the same material.

From the first time I heard it, I have always felt the word meant more like brothers and sisters or twins, having developed from the same egg or womb. In this romance-obsessed age of loveteams & telenovelas, I can’t blame people assigning more marketable meanings to it. I read somewhere that, as much as it can encompass space (like you live in Manila & the other in Bostwana), soulmate bonds may encompass time & gender. That means your mate could be from another era (like you have always felt this special connection to Cleopatra?) or somebody of the same sex (caveat: this doesn’t explain same-sex attraction; that’s another story.)

So there. Besides, I expounded on the topic based on how my “soulmate” felt towards me. And I was pretty sure she didn’t mean it romantically too because at the same time she was telling me that’s how it felt, she was also bragging about his fiance and future husband (congratulations to them if it pushed through.)

So the next time you find your mate, exert effort to stay connected—unlike what I did. Oh well, you guys haven’t written any lead yet how I could find her. So much for yanking at that invisible thread.

How Did You Know?

I found my soulmate--no, she found me. But then I was too lazy, I must have turned her off (or turned her away?)

By writing this, I'm hoping she'd found out how regretful I am. If you know where she is, can you tell her how I'm dying to be in touch with her again?

There was this girl (can we call her Chiqui?) Chiqui wrote me the sweetest letters. She said she is sure as hell she has found her soulmate--me. Nobody has ever told me that. It was the sweetest thing. I have been writing in my mind my similarly sweetest reply. `Been writing it for weeks, for months... until it's been five years. Now, I still haven't sent her any reply. And she hasn't written me anything anymore since then. She must be thinking how some lazy snob I must be.

As I write this, I'm listening to her song.

Five years ago, I didn't know how a big shot singer she was. Good thing I didn't or I would have freaked-out reading the letters she sent.

I miss her. `Hope she's doing progress with her ambition to become a writer.