In March 2004, a friend took me to Saturday Market, specifically to visit a friend of hers who did psychic readings. The woman had various fees for various services, among them the promise to answer any one question for a dollar.

In a challenging, adventurous mood, I placed a dollar on the table. “I’d like to know about my soulmate,” I stated concisely, curious what she would say.

She spent much longer on the answer than I had anticipated. She explained the concept of having several roaming around the planet, and asked me for a more specific question. “Tell me about the one I’ll meet next,” I shrugged, not creative enough to think of anything more pressing I’d like to know.

She nodded and concentrated. “You may have already met him,” she said, “or you will meet him very shortly.” She shared some specific details with which I would recognize him, and made sure I understood her statements. And she closed with the following: “You two are very old souls; I feel that in this particular lifespan, you two will choose not to remain together. One of you will feel the pull to try other experiences, not necessarily repeating what you’ve known in each other before.”

I asked other, non-related questions, and plunked down other single dollar bills, but the soulmate one was the one that stuck in mind, and I committed as many details to memory as I could. As with astrology, religion, and other topics that cannot be proven by tangible means, on the topic of soulmates, I am skeptical, bemused, openminded but not overly serious. I was curious if it were possible that I might finally find the so-called “love of my life” (and at the age of 30 it seemed rather unlikely), I didn’t fret about it by any means but I did wonder.

It so happens that my roommate at the time was trying to get a particular gentleman off her back, someone who thought very highly of her but from whom she kept as far away as possible. I felt badly for him as he seemed a nice chap, and as he made preparations to leave the country and relocate in his native land, I gave him a few ways to keep in touch with me. So we met, and then he moved, and then we started talking and getting to know each other through the use of the internet.

We found ourselves beginning to feel rather warmly towards each other, and for over a year we were fairly inseparable. I compared the things the psychic had said, to this man, and found quite a few interesting coincidences. Our rapport was so easily accessed that I was fairly certain that if the psychic held any truth to her profession, that this was indeed a meeting of soulmates. He and I spoke of marriage, and even children–I’d never once had the urge to personally contribute to the continuation of the species, but with him, and since, I could see it happening, purposefully and all.

He began to be very distant, never logging in for more than a few minutes at a time. After a couple of months in which I felt very strongly that he was avoiding me, we finally had a conversation in which he told me point blank that what he felt for me had changed, and that all that we had talked of and tentatively planned would not come to pass.

It took me five years to get to the point that I don’t break down in disproportionate tears at the mere thought of him. I thought that of all the people I knew in the world, he was the one I wanted to be with. To be told that he did not want to be with me, really did a number on my psyche. It did positive things, I assure you, even as it hurt me. For a while I clung to the hope that he would change his mind. I accepted it, for one cannot force another to be with one if one doesn’t wish to be, but I did hope he might reconsider.

That might have been the end of my thoughts on soulmates, but then I met the druid, in late 2008. And what I had felt for the aforementioned guy seemed nothing in comparison to what I feel now. The druid and I are so much alike in so many ways, that most of his friends comment on it. We’re always surprising each other with the new stuff that comes up in conversations, the goofy obscure stuff that makes us who we are, and blinking in astonishment that someone else in the world has the same sensibility, idea, or preference, and that it is in the other.

I don’t need a psychic to tell me that the druid and I are soulmates. And as much as I don’t believe in the concept blindly, I have come to accept that sometimes, the truth doesn’t require one’s faith to retain its truth.

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