Torn Edges

We were the same soul once, I believe.

We were a radiant soul full of life and knowledge. Somehow that soul split apart, as they sometimes do, and sent two pieces flying off through the void in different directions. The split was not clean and smooth as it should have been, however. Each half managed to grow into a new soul, but each was broken. They were  souls with torn edges.

Such a time was long ago, but now the story is mine.
I am one of those two broken souls.
He is the other.

We have suffered the same ailments of the mind and have discovered the same things about ourselves. We find happiness in many of the same things, and can speak to each other just as we would want to speak to ourselves.

We are not soulmates. We are not soul siblings. We are the same soul, one a little more broken in one place and the other a little more broken elsewhere. The torn edges of our souls match.

Hopefully, we can help each other heal into the new souls we were meant to become.