Before I met my husband, something was missing in my life. It was like a hole. It’s not that I felt empty, but incomplete. Like an essential part of me was missing. There is folklore that says that each set of lovers share one soul and when they are set loose in the world apart they seek each other, to become one, so that their one soul can be complete again. I am a Christian so I believe we each have our own soul but I like the message. In Christianity, our closest version of the story of the two lovers is “and the two will become one flesh. So they are no longer two, but one.” Mark 10:8. As husband and wife, we are no longer two separate beings but one couple. As God took a rib from Adam to give to Eve, my husband completes me in a way that I could never have imagined.
#37: Someone to complete me October 21, 2010