"I Want You Soul Much But I Do Not Need You To Be Happy"

She was ready to start a letter. Dressed in elegant nightwear. A conversation with her soul. The template was still empty. The candle witnessed the act. Yellow light. Spreading warmth. The flame moved. Gently. In one direction. Her eyes turned. Her tongue touched her lips. The room did not dare to interrupt her. The walls remained silent. 

She was told that she had to make a list of traits. To shape her soulmate. She laughed. She wondered if that would really work out. She decided to give it a try. She imagined him. She saw his soul. His body. Then she created his personality. Starting from scratch. Not looking for perfection. She wanted someone who was special.

Trust and confidence right from the start, freedom to accept each other completely, she continued ... the list of traits was growing. She realized that she had become a wonderful being. Independent. Strong. She could touch his fingers already. The energy was delightful. His skin sexy. His fingers touched her heart. Deep within.

A thought popped up in her mind: "I want you soul much but I do not need you to be happy". He observed her. From a corner. Incognito. Eyes filled with heavenly images of the stars and the moon. "I know, I want you soul much too, I have been waiting for you to be ready to understand this", he replied. She left the room for a moment.

He used this moment to complete the letter. He knew her so well that he could finish the list of traits. He added a few drops of his unique perfume to the template. She would recognize this scent when their bodies would meet. He had to hurry. The letter was flying above the table. Magic at work. She returned. The letter was ready.

She noticed a special scent. It gave her hope. She felt his presence. She did not say a word. Soulmates understand each other without using words. The language of the heart and soul has a different way to communicate. They looked at their golden watch. The time was set. Counting down. She was happy. He was happy. They wanted each other soul much.

By Liesbeth Leysen