It Starts as Strangers...

True love is a beauty. An unbreakable bond with a sparked, electric pull force that people share. A partner in crime, a support system, a home. It's a rarity to find a love like this, but the possibilities are beyond imaginable. I've seen love like this, from my parents, my grandparents, my friends, and from those unknown. I've experienced love like this, although it had been the wrong timing. We were lost souls that found each other, and were nurtured by the purity and light of that spark many strive to grasp hold of and capture. But this love isn't indexed to the intimate sealant between two. It branches out to everyone, and prospers in an infinite amount of ways, similar and differing.

Platonic love battles rise through levels of proximity to wisdom and true darling, from carnal inducement to individual physicality to attraction to souls, and eventually, union with the actuality. Contrasted from romantic love, but equally as powerful.

It's a common belief that this form of love is unheard of, while others believe this friendship is practiced religiously. Divided by opinion. Personally, I believe it true. The few people I categorize as "platonic soulmates" in my life have proven that there is such affinity, such connection, with no need for physical intimacy. People I've shared deep, often unconditional love with, an incomparable camaraderie. There are people we tell our soul to, they provide a light that we sometimes lack when combating the inevitable darkness brought to one by worldly things. There are numerous godsends of platonic relationships that romantic ones can't offer. These relationships may entail fewer expectations and strains, more nominal anxiety about your physical experience, and potentially more sustainable connections, as it eliminates certain fears of the romantic ones.

All are, or can be well deserving of this love, for it is more than possible to find.

I have this, and I am so, inexplicably grateful. I share this with my best friend Caroline. We've known each other only a few months, and communed instantaneously. I've never experienced a stronger connection. We have overcome so much together as well, or as you would assume overcome the shit ton of drama high school girls endure inevitably. We've had our battles, but more importantly, we've had our coming together. Trust issues aren't uncommon in this day and age, especially for the lost souls who struggle daily for mass acceptance. We were more than lost... until we found each other.

I needed her.

She needed me.

Insecurities, cruel jokes, and even people, even the difficulties of simply getting through a day were all at ease when we were together. She brings a light into my life I would've never expected to shine as bright as it does. She brings me pure bliss, different perspectives and approaches, otherworldly humor and good times and adventure, and moments of solemn, and seriousness.

Although she brings me all this good, she also brings me a sickness. Puzzling, really, but she does. It's a heartwrenching, stomach-dropping, anxiously terrifying, poisonous feeling. A feeling of homesickness. It hurts to be away from her for long. She resembles a drug to me. Harsh addictive thoughts of her presence control my mind throughout the day, and the downsides, like all drugs, is a craving that distracts you. I have had days where if I don't see this girl, my day feels incomplete.

Now, I could easily continue on about how insanely much I love this human, but I refuse to not mention how amazing she truly is. Caroline is my person, who is yours? Replace my story with your own, and recognize your intense love for your person. Your person.

It's real. Platonic love is so very real, and a miraculous, yet beautiful phenomenon, that to think the stars aligned perfectly at the meeting of two lost souls, could create a new beginning that is more surreal and magical than the human brain can comprehend. It's real, and I can assure you, if you haven't found it yet, you will.