Searching…
Searching for My Soulmate
Where is she?
I stared out the window — (Windows XP, to be precise).
And then… I saw her.
“Do you believe in ideal love?” I asked.
She smiled and replied,
“We can search…” — (Google search)
So began our journey — through the endless expanse of virtual space.
Along the way, we met Plato.
He said,:“There is an ideal form for everything…”
“Do you think the number 1 truly exists?” he asked.
“If it plays a real role in your world, then its perfect form, number one,from which every other copy developed,must exist somewhere — beyond perception.”
“If you can draw a circle,” he continued,
“there must be a perfect circle — untouched, eternal — that your mind echoes.”
We kept searching for the ideal…
But every answer only raised more questions.
“Can I believe your love is ideal?” I asked her.
Paranoia — it’s a habit I can’t shake.
Then suddenly…
She disappeared.
And in her absence,
Agony.
Emptiness.
Darkness — thick and absolute.
Dear soulmate…
I think I felt it from the very first moment I saw you.
I tried to dismiss it —
Told myself it was just an illusion,
A passing fascination with a beautiful face.
But denial failed me.
The feeling only grew, stronger, deeper…
Helplessly, I gave in.
I had always believed romantic love was foreign to me —
A language I could never speak.
But now, even your silence,
Your absence,
hurts.
Where are you…?
Plato whispers once more: “The perfect form exists…
…up above, beyond the sky.”
“Can you show me the way?” I plead.
Walk over the water…forward,
with faith.”
Future cant be futile.
