sometimes my life feels like one giant palimpsest of missed connections. i used to think i was born too early or too late or too on-time or something because everything just always seemed off. there was the one that got away, the one i let go, those other two that ran away, and ive learned that eventually, everyone makes their way out.
i also used to think there was a giant hole in me that let people through. it got to the point where i felt like people were flying through me like schools of fish.
sure, i believe soulmates exist but only if we rename it to “people we can’t get rid of for some annoying, inexplicable reason.”