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“We made a deal ages ago. Men, babies – it doesn’t matter. We are soul mates.” It was the perfect ending to a perfect day as the four girlfriends raised their glasses emotionally. A quite cheesy Sex and the City scene, forcing its viewers to believe that true friendship among women does exist. Does it though?

Being a woman myself, I’m not exaggerating when I claim not to be very fond of women in general. Honestly, I have absolutely no idea why I do not sympathize with them. It is not entirely my fault you know; I strongly believe it is in our female nature to feel jealous of one another. Simply being born a woman, your life is a constant competition as you have to repeatedly prove that you are better than others. And that rule applies to almost every aspect of a woman’s life.

I used to be a firm believer that genuine friendship between women cannot exist; let alone grow and expand. In spite of hating to be proven wrong, there was a dark time not long ago where I had come across an unexpectedly pleasant discovery. That discovery was a friend, a female friend, whom today I proudly call a soulmate.

While battling with my inner monsters, I obligated myself to be isolated from the world as to figure out a solution to my problem. The problem was nothing but myself who held me back from evolving. Letting go of old habits that did not allow me to improve, some of my surroundings did not agree with this sudden turn of events. Taken by surprise, a then mere acquaintance embraced and shifted this inner change of mine. Calling herself proud to have me as a friend – a person so bold and so stubborn not to be influenced by what others were saying.

Touched by her support, gradually we found ourselves spending more and more time together. Day by day, little by little that acquaintance had eventually turned into a friend. There was no rush to get to know each other, it just happened. Today, she is probably one of the few who know every little detail about me yet she hasn’t run away scared to be introduced to the real me.

She has gotten acquainted with each and one of my annoying little habits – from knowing the lyrics of every song and how I like to be isolated at times. Instead of nagging and forcing me to go out, she nods her head every time and lets me be in my own space. To have your space and time respected, is a concept that most people have trouble of comprehending.

Never have I ever asked anyone to relate to me, but to try for a second to step into my shoes and understand of how I feel – it is much appreciated. And it so happens that she is one of the few who takes that extra step.

Understanding – that’s what this bond is all about. I don’t have to pretend to be someone else nor does she. She is who she is and I am who I am. We may not be perfect and believe us when we say that we do not wish to ever be. Nevertheless, when she and I are together we do reach the level of perfectness.

Time passes ridiculously fast as we get down and talk about everything and anything. One moment we would be talking about fashion and suddenly the subject is changed into what an interesting of an architecture buildings seem to have in Italy. Never do we pause and our discussions flow so naturally. Not for a single moment, do I have to take into consideration what I should reply to her. I’m not conscious with my words; I just spurt them out. No misinterpretation or misunderstanding will occur for words are just words.

As I said before, we talk and we listen – a lot. If you are ever granted the honor of being present at one of our playful gatherings, you, for yourself, will spot a peculiar habit of ours.  We both listen carefully of what one has to say as to respond in such a way that we motivate, encourage, sympathize and comfort one another – depending on the situation. For most people pretend to listen until their turn comes along in order to reply.

That is where the difference with us is drawn; we are both physically and mentally present at the moment for every moment we share together is a blessing.

It is a blessing to have found the identical match to your soul. It is a bond extremely unique and rare. Within the premises of such a bonding, there is no space for drama or pretence. Effortlessly and unconsciously, we empower one another by applying our support system. Encouraging one another to exit the boundaries of our comfort zones, we mutually push each other to reach our limits and outdo ourselves, only so that we evolve further and meet the better version of us.

We sincerely apologize for occasionally spamming your social media with our pictures and the hearted captions. Our enthusiasm might as well be overwhelming at times.

But that’s the thing about finding your soul mate. You become each other’s greatest admirer and when it comes to negative comments, you build a wall defending your match. Not many are lucky enough to meet their soul mate in life, yet I have been.

My dear Samantha Jones, this shall be the last time I ever defy you. Men, babies, careers – it doesn’t matter. It’s all about finding that person that makes your heart and brain smile. And that person sometimes doesn’t have to be someone you are romantically involved with. Your soulmate doesn’t have to be a man.

Author: Marianna Ioannou

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