I have been wildly outspoken about calling bullshit on the concept of a soulmate. I thought it was an obvious fabrication by the RomCom movie industry, to succinctly wrap up a storyline in 120 minutes.
I have been trying to break down the idea of “The One” since I started writing about relationships. Which is ironic and a bit hypocritical, because in the back of my mind, every time I use the word I have a specific man who’s face, body and relationship sit in my mind until I move onto to another ranting topic.
So after a recent AHA moment, and quite a bit of soul searching (read: crying and singing in the shower) I have to admit – I was wrong.