Bond Impossible to Break
On the soulmate as fresh air — and the kind of love that arrives feeling like physics.
Another poem about the rarest version of love. The kind that doesn’t need to be argued for.
When I think about a soulmate
It’s like a deep breath of fresh air
A feeling so light
Yet a bond impossible to break
Nothing impure or fake
It’s more like fate—and how the stars align
Nothing could stop our paths
From being intertwined
The deep-breath quality is the tell. Most relationships have a cost. A soulmate version doesn’t. The cost is replaced with something close to relief — the feeling of finally putting down a thing you’d been carrying without realizing.
— JTC