18/08/2025
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆?
I once read a line in a passing post, that’s been haunting me ever since,
“Giving someone a piece of your soul is better than giving someone a piece of your heart, because souls are eternal.”
It stuck to me like a ghost that refuses to leave. If a soulmate is someone you give a piece of your soul to, something infinite, untouchable, untamed, then what does that make of true love?
And is it… less? Does it mean your one true love fades? That it can crack, wear down, crumble in your hands?
Soulmates are the reason some people believe in fate.
That wild, impossible idea that the universe will bend its own spine just to make sure you collide with one person. It doesn’t matter if it’s for an hour or a lifetime, when it happens, it feels like the world stops spinning for the both of you.
You look at them, and there it is, that terrifying, beautiful feeling of being seen.
Exposed, n**e and naked.
It’s like standing in front of a mirror, but instead of showing you who you are, it shows you who you could be, the version of yourself you didn’t know existed.
It’s soft, but it wrecks you.
It’s light, but it drowns you.
It’s everything at once, and nothing makes sense, but for some reason, it does.
But soulmates, they don’t always stay.
Sometimes, they show up when you’re at rock bottom. Sometimes, they come just to crack you open, to set your whole world on fire. They rip you apart, not to hurt you, but to wake you up. They hold up the broken pieces of you like pages from a book you forgot how to read.
They make you see yourself.
And then, when the fire has done its job, they leave.
That’s the tragedy, some soulmates stay. But most? Most wait until you bump into each other in the next lifetime again.
And that’s what makes them feel eternal.
True love, though, true love is different.
It doesn’t arrive as fire, It doesn’t burn everything down. It shows up as warmth, as light that doesn’t blind you, but stays with you.
True love lives in everyday things.
In the grocery lists. In the way they make your coffee without asking. In the silence you can sit in without feeling the need to fill it. In the moments no one writes about.
It is molded, sculpted, built, and shaped through time, pain and effort.
Day by day, brick by brick.
Through patience, through slammed doors and shaky apologies. Through mornings where you barely speak and afternoons where you laugh until your stomachs hurt. Through anger, doubt, and the temptation to run away.
It aches, the ache of choosing someone every single day, even when it’s hard.
Especially when it’s hard.
And every single day, in a hundred small, quiet ways, you choose them.
You choose them in storms. You choose them in stillness. You choose them even when the world is tearing at the seams, and you stitch it back together with the red thread not the one fate gave you, but the one you tied yourself.
That’s what makes it sacred.
So I go back to that quote,
“Giving someone a piece of your soul is better than giving someone a piece of your heart, because souls are eternal.”
But maybe they’re not so different. Maybe soulmates teach you how to feel, and true love teaches you how to stay. Maybe one breaks you open so the other can bloom. Maybe your true love is so intense that it threads you to the cosmos and that’s how soulmates are made.
Maybe some people are lucky enough to find both in one person.
I still don’t have the answer but one thing I do know is this;
No matter what part of yourself you choose to give, whether it’s your heart, your soul, or something in between, that part becomes eternal.
Because love, in any form, leaves something behind, and once it’s given, it never truly disappears.
Because love leaves fingerprints you can’t wash off.
And once you’ve been touched by it, you’re never quite the same.
Written by: Arriana A. Geli, NN
Art by: Paulianne Rosei Bautista, NN