I believe in soul mates. I believe that two people are born with the same soul and spend their whole lives trying to find their special someone, whether it be their best friend or their spouse.
I was lucky enough to meet my soul mate when I was born. My best friend was born nine minutes before me and she’ll never let me forget it. I share a soul with my twin sister, my partner in crime, my therapist, my fashion advice, and my best friend. Kim, my twin sister, is more than my best friend—she is a part of me. She knows my heart and my mind more than I understand myself. She finishes my sentences and reads my mind. Some call it “twin telepathy” but I call it “soul sharing”. Someone once told me that I was lucky to be a twin because I was born with the person who shared my soul—something others strives for their whole lives. Don’t get me wrong, Kim and I have many stupid fights and we get upset with each other on occasion. I realized, however, that these fights mean nothing to us because we know we’ll forgive each other in a matter of minutes. The truth is, we can’t stand not being able to talk, laugh, or just be around each other for too long.
It gets hard at times when people mix up our names or can’t tell us apart, but as we have grown older, we came to understand that we don’t share an identity, we share a soul. Kim and I enjoy the same activities, have the same friends, love the same songs, and crush on the same boys, but our personalities aren’t identical like our faces and we take part in different activities.
I’ve always known Kim was my soul mate. There has never been that eye-opening moment when I realized how much I loved her, because I knew it from day one. We’ll grow older, get married, have families of our own, and live life more separately, but if there is one thing I believe in, its soul mates. My soul mate will never leave me. She’s stuck with me till death, and we promised we would die on the same day.