How do people know when they've met their soulmates?
It's a question many ask, and I may have a theory. Not really a strong one but, still... My theory.
But before anyone rolls their eyes, let me clarify:
There's no such thing as two souls moving in perfect sync, like dolphins cutting through the same wave. No. The closest we ever get to that myth is when a perfect sub meets a caring dom—two people whose needs and instincts interlock so smoothly that the world mistakes it for destiny.
And before you throw hands at me, listen.
I had to have my boyfriend of ten years lying dead in our apartment before I finally realized just how deep a bubble we lived in was.
Imagine a decade together, yet I didn't know his parents. Not a single friend. I wasn't even sure what he did for a living. The offices he'd shown me turned out to be places where he worked part-time, playing roles in a life carefully curated for my eyes only.
Was I stupid? Too trusting? Did I simply not care enough to ask?
For the longest time, I believed all of that.
Until the diaries.
The letters.
The paintings.
The plans.
Nothing with him had ever been a coincidence.
Who expects to find out they're connected to a billionaire at a police station, surrounded by six lawyers who appear not as a threat, but as the entourage of a will? I should've felt honored. Instead, I felt sick. Betrayed in ways I still can't fully name.
He knew everything about me. Every detail, every fear, every preference. He knew me so thoroughly that if he had ever chosen to destroy me—he could have, effortlessly.
And yet… he never did.
Ten years of my life built on lies, revealed only after I learned he was a retired man with enough free time to spend two whole years stalking me before even approaching. Obsession wearing the mask of devotion.
But here's the shameful truth:
Would I do it all over again?
Yes. A thousand times, yes.
Because in all my years on this earth, I've never met someone so wholly oriented toward me that I forgot to have doubts, forgot to draw boundaries, forgot to fear.
I fell in love with a ghost.
Simple as that.