Some people spend their whole lives searching for that one person that makes everything fall into place--soulmates, my mother used to call them.

It's a wonderful pursuit of life, but also very sad...maddening.

Lots of my friends have come to me, crying, saying how they wish they'd find 'the one,' that things could just 'go right.'

It's a long road for some.

The strong-willed keep their heads up--they're brave because they know the journey won't be quick, but they make the choice to stay afloat in the ebb and flow of life, but those that are weak, they drown, and it's cataclysmic. They give up and join the other mournful souls on the other side. I've seen it happen before, but me...I've done the impossible.

I've found that person and I wasn't even trying, and I can tell you firsthand that they are a remarkable human being--sure they are flawed, but nothing is perfect, isn't it? You're perfect to me, though, and that, being in the grace of such divine perfection, that's fulfillment enough. You've left a heavy imprint on my heart and it will carry over, in this life and the next, if it is time for me to go, then I will let the stars call me home.