A soulmate does not arrive with a crown of salvation. They sit across from you, eyes flaring, and show you the fire you’ve been hiding from yourself.
They do not heal your wounds—they name them. They press their reflection against yours, biting down on every illusion, lie and quiet surrender.
It drags the parts of you that you abandoned out into the light where they cannot hide.
And still, you will feel yourself rise in their gaze. Not because they carried you, but because they forced you to remember you are the one who carries yourself.
A soulmate is a mirror with teeth—fierce, and unflinching. They do not save you—they provoke you. They awaken the feral truth inside you, and in that awakening, you become unstoppable.
If you want a love that coddles and encourages your smallness while catering to each others wounded perceptions—there’s plenty of that to go around these days. But that’s not love, it’s fear and false control.
Real Love is present. It devours the lies and leaves nothing but raw truth behind. It illuminates your fire, and your rot, and reminds you that both are yours to claim. It demands transformation—for that is the only certainty of this life; continuous change. Nature demonstrates this best.
Your lover won’t rescue you. Nor will they keep you in the same old loops. They will call you to step into the fire and remember who you really are. Anything less would be insulting.
~Angela L. Heft
Reposted from Empower Wholeness Intimacy
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