These words punched me straight in the gut.
Over the course of my life I have been lucky enough to meet several people (some have left, others have stuck around) with whom I have shared a connection that was recognized immediately. Soul mates, if you will. But not in the romantic, one person who was put on this earth just for me, way. Because I don’t believe in that. But more in the you are my kindred spirit, a friend, and you understand because you’ve been there too way. I think it’s the sad parts, the scars, the lonely places in our histories that tie us together more often than the happy things. It is equal parts terrifying and a huge relief to know someone before you even really know them. You know?
(via monkeychow)
I think this is true. I have met maybe two of my kindred spirits. None of them romantic. But both my soulmates.
