Today I completed 6 months with my love. And I would say it has been the best 6 fucking months of my love. I have never been this happy my entire life. I used to not believe in soulmates but the truth is- soulmates exist and you will definitely meet yours at least once. I feel the universe is a benign force- it wants us to be happy, fulfilled but not settled. Yes. I think the universe demands chaos. Disruption. No, discipline has never been the Cosmo’s rule. It demands love that keeps you up at night. It demands love that makes you forget everyone, drop everything, and run. Run towards your star so fast that you collide and collapse and create your own black hole. Away from all else, so tightly bound that your atoms can’t be pulled apart anymore. Because when you find your soulmate, it is only smart to be with them. The universe wants you together. 30 years from now, when you’ll be on your death bed, I believe the lady whose hands you hold will cry for you and you feel bad not because you’re dying but that you’re dying before. I believe love, just like all else, is not beautiful half way. Go out there. Find your soulmate. Collide. Collapse. Corruscate.
Kiss me like there’s no tomorrow, Cardia
Beautiful
