The Soul Mate

It was magical! He knew her thoughts right away! He finished her sentences, said what she was going to wear, spoke where they were going. She didn’t need to worry about anything! He already knew. He knew which friends they would meet, ordered for her at the restaurant, he just KNEW. This was surely her Soul Mate and she told everyone that would listen. She was over the top in Love…he was everything she desired. He knew how to orchestrate the most memorable morning, making her favorite coffee, going for their morning walk. He called and texted her throughout the day, always interested in her life, always wanting interaction with her. When he came home he knew which movie she would like. Until, one day, a little over 3 months in, he came home at 4am with no phone call. She had cried herself to sleep. But still, as his behavior changed, she knew who he “really’ was, she told herself. She knew their original connection could never die, this was her Soul Mate after all. There must be a reason for it. She would have to be better, she told herself. She would have to be patient, she told herself. She would try to talk to him, he would understand, she told herself, though, he did not. He informed her that this was her fault. He demeaned and belittled her. He told her he was doing this because he knew she was cheating. She wasn’t. He knew this. Yet this is what he told her. Passionately accusing her over and over again. But she would make him understand, she told herself. He was just feeling insecure from his last relationship, she told herself. She would win him over. On and on, more and more, until one day, when he had no more ideas to cause her enough pain to make her want to leave, he disappeared, leaving only a note saying, “I have taken my things and will not be returning.”

She cried for months and then he began drunk calling her in the middle of the night. He would put his girlfriend on and have her say the cruelest, most heartless things, and would get back on and say more. He did this relentlessly.

He was just dealing with the pain of separation differently than her, she told herself.

A year went by without hearing from him. Then he called. In the daytime this time. Telling her he was getting a new apartment nearby and did she want to come by and “talk”. She was nervous but never had closure and didn’t want it to have ended the way it had. She agreed. He was charming and attentive like when they first met. All the Love that she had convinced herself was there came back again. She KNEW it, she told herself. They dated for a short time again until he quickly moved out and disappeared once again. Heartbroken, she knew he would once again return… This, she told herself...