hold them

There are connections in life that defy language,
that bend the laws of time, logic, and distance.
Some people walk into your world like a whisper,
and yet, their presence resounds like thunder
in the hollow places of your heart.
A soulmate, not by design, not by desire,
but by something older, deeper, and beyond us.

This is not the sweet intoxication of infatuation,
not the fleeting tremble of romance
that flickers like candlelight in the wind.
This is tectonic.
This is the mountain that stood beside you
when all the valleys crumbled.
This is the soul who saw your shadow and did not flinch,
who held your grief like fragile glass
and never once cut themselves on your brokenness.

They have been there, always.
In the ache of silence.
In the chaos of becoming.
Through your unraveling
thread by trembling thread.

They know you.
Not the version you show to the world,
not the practiced mask or the carefully crafted smile.
They know the language of your sighs,
the symphony of your silence,
the way your eyes flicker before your soul speaks.
They don’t just listen to your words
they hear the meanings beneath them,
the ones even you are afraid to voice.

And you, you know them the same way.
You’ve walked through the corridors of their mind,
past doors even they’ve kept shut.
You’ve felt their pain before they named it,
you’ve caught their joy mid-flight,
and sometimes,
You’ve simply sat in stillness together,
and that was enough.

There is no beginning to a bond like this.
it does not bloom with introductions
or unravel with time.
It simply is
an echo from the stars,
a whisper from the space between lifetimes.
You don’t choose it.
You don’t earn it.
You just recognize it,
like coming home to a place you've never been
but have always known.

It is rare,
to find someone who sees you in your entirety,
Who doesn’t ask you to shrink,
who holds the vastness of you
without fear or condition.
The world is full of almosts,
of maybes, of brief encounters and borrowed warmth.
But this, this is different.
This is cosmic inevitability.
This is a knowing that runs deeper than flesh and bone,
a truth that lives in the marrow of your spirit.

And when you find them
this soul, your echo, your mirror
hold them.
Not with the grasping of possession,
but with the reverence of a holy truth.
Tend to that bond like fire in the dark.
Because not everyone gets this.
Not everyone is met, fully.
Not everyone is seen.
And not everyone will know
what it is to be known in return.

Some loves are lessons.
Some are seasons.
But a soulmate
they are a constant.
Even when they are far.
Even when the world turns unfamiliar.
They remain
the steady pulse beneath the noise,
the compass when you forget your way,
the hand that reaches through lifetimes
To find yours,
again and again and again and again and again.