“IF IT WEREN’T FOR YOU, I WOULDN’T BE ME…”
I found those words written on a piece of paper on a table in a restaurant about a week ago. I left the piece of paper where I found it in case the person who’d left it came looking for it…after I copied down the words.
They warmed my heart. “That’s what love’s about,” I said out loud to no one in particular.
It is. If someone really loves you, really “gets it” about you, really knows what you’re made of, who you are at the core, who understands what makes you laugh, what makes you cry, what warms your heart, what you’d go to the ends of the earth to make happen – or to not allow to happen – you’ve probably found a soul mate.
I always think of a “soul mate” as someone who already knows what you’re thinking – even before you speak, someone who forgives your foolish words the moment you say them because they already know you don’t mean them, someone who understands the “essence” of you – and what your uh, “idiosyncrasies” are…
Like your bizarre sense of humor, your almost pathological love of dogs, your obsessions with corn on the cob and a glass of Sancerre, how you can hail a cab from a mile away with your deafening fingers-in-mouth whistle.
And how about the fact that when you moved to NYC you let your driver’s license expire and haven’t driven (legally) since…
And somehow gets a kick out of them.
Someone who doesn’t love you “in spite of,” but because of your “you-ness.”
Whoever that person is, let them know that you couldn’t be you if it weren’t for them.
And then love them back just as hard.