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I can't tell you if there are such things as soul mates and the "one" for each person out there. I can't tell how and why people fall in or out of love. I don't know how it all works. I don't know why I am magnetically pulled to Mike and always was since the moment I laid eyes on him. The simple answer is, he's hot. It is quite possible that the entire basis of my marriage started by standing in very shallow water. I have always been incredibly attracted to my husband. But after 12 years of friendship, surviving one painful breakup in college, a steamy make-up six years later, holding the other when one of us is suffering immense grief, planning a motherf#*%!@g wedding in New York City on a budget, and finally reaching the cross line when you slip rings on the other and look out into the abyss and whisper, here we go... I think I can safely say that we have an ocean beneath us now.
But I do not believe Mike and I are the same soul even though there are moments when its hard to tell where one of us begins and the other ends. Cheesy? Maybe. But part of why I love Mike is because he is not me - at all. Perhaps that is why we fit together so well. He is the zen, the peace, the water, and I am the fire. One could argue that this is why we are one soul, each composed of half the parts that make up a whole. But I like my version better. If two heads are better than one, then Aristotle may have spoke too soon.