Sole Mates

Plato believed that everyone was born with two sets of arms, two sets of legs and two faces. This angered Zeus, feeling threatened by their power. This led Zeus to split the bodies in half and scatter them across the world, condemning us all to spend our lives trying to complete ourselves.

Some may find this romantic, while others are wondering where the heck this other person is. I’m not sure exactly what I believe. At one time, I was convinced that Plato knew what he was talking about. It was a nice feeling knowing that there was someone out there for me and an even better feeling thinking that I was on the right track with that person.

Times have changed and I have grown up. Three and a half years after thinking I had it all figured out, I realize I don’t. Sure, I think that there is one person I’m meant to be with. The question is, how do I know when I have found him? I have seen all the signs. I have felt all the feelings that seem to go along with being with that one person. I have fallen so hard in love that I didn’t know how to get up when I realized I was there alone.

Do these things have to happen?

I have had plenty, I mean, plenty of time to contemplate these questions. Sometimes everything has to fall completely to crap in order for all parties to appreciate things in the future. As for hurting, it’s a fact of life. We all hurt, just in different ways. We all have baggage, but someone will come along with a plane big enough to haul it all. (Something else. Men are idiots. It takes them a million times longer to figure out their lives than what it takes a woman.)

Finally, I have come to realize that I’ll know I have met that person when I know. I also know that that makes absolutely no sense. I have thought before that I knew. I was told that I knew. I thought I knew it all. Now, I realize I was just a child. I was so naïve about the way things would work. Maybe I thought I’d get my Cinderella story and live happily ever after. I do believe that will happen. I don’t know when. While he’s out searching the kingdom, I’ll sit here and push my life forward. I’ll be happy and travel and make a name for myself. It may be tomorrow or it may be when I get the heck out of Indiana, but he’ll find me. And, when the shoe fits, I’ll know I’ll have found my “sole” mate.

Smile always.

e.