Soul Mate - Blog Posts

First look at upcoming Japanese romance drama from Netflix 'Soul Mate' starring Hayato Isomura as Ryu and Ok Taec-yeon as Johan. Traversing the cities of Berlin, Seoul, and Tokyo, the series tells a 10-year-long love story between two young men. From writer and director Shunki Hashizume (Scroll, More Than Words).

Soul Mates

You remind me of my ex-wife from a past life who I committed suicide to escape from when I made myself wings of feathers and wax, and fell to my death when I flew them into the sun. You just laughed and floated over me as I drowned.

They say birthmarks are entry wounds that show where we died before, and dreams are just memories we carried with us from the other side, which is why you looked so familiar the first time I saw you. Your feet never touched the ground.

My opening line was “you look like my daughter,” you smiled and asked “how old is she?” I said, “well if it all works out, five years from now she’ll be three, but I’m in no rush.” It felt like a third person existed between us.

And I wasn’t sure who we were before, or who are supposed to be, but I knew that on the other side of the world planted deep inside a forest there is a tree with our names carved into its side, and written in a language neither of us speak is inscribed

“forever is a pretty short time looking back on it,” and even though we may not be able to read it, we would instantly recognize our handwriting as evidence that we were part of the same tribe that died out a thousand years ago, and we would brace ourselves for

the earthquake as our souls shake and vibrate higher. We were sent here to repopulate so there was no time to apologize for everything we were about to put each other through. You just grabbed my hand and said “I look forward to getting tired of you.”

God don’t make mistakes, but people do. Souls only know wavelengths, and communicate through music and colors and sound; they don’t always remember to leave the key under the mat, or come home before 3 a.m., or put the toilet seat down, or

make sure to hold your hand whenever we’re out in public, because the flesh doesn’t understand it’s just a vessel full of flaws. Soulmates exist to serve as a reflection of how truly damaged we really are, how hurt, desperate and unexamined we are.

I never asked for a soulmate, just someone who hates all the same things I do, and in you I confronted all of the things I hated in myself, like a mirror that reveals the first time you realize you are no longer beautiful. My ugly is going take some getting used to.

I used to fear going to sleep next to you because I would get tangled in your hair and you would roll over, strangling me, leaving gasping for air in one of those dreams where you can’t quite wake yourself up, until I realized that you only hogged the sheets so you could

expose me to the cold and wake up the other side of me whenever my dreams got off track. My arms would always go numb so I could never fight back. So instead of starting a war with you I would just kiss you on your cheek.

Maybe we’re just meant to walk through life trying to fill each-other-sized holes in ourselves. Feeling like we swapped souls at a crowded train stop like two strangers who picked up the wrong bag and were forced to wear the clothes they found inside.

I have that sweater you’ve been looking for, it’s a little stretched out but it still smells just fine. Find me again so we can make amends, or at least swap bags one last time. Everyone deserves a seventh chance.

I guess I’ll see you next lifetime when you and I are butterflies and during our migration we can gently clip wings and create a vibration that causes the tides to rise off the shores of Hawaii and forms a tsunami that crashes into the coast of Japan

and floods some kind of nuclear reactor that causes the world to spin backwards and we can finally rest our wings on the sand and look back on all we destroyed with a smile, and I’ll know that it was all worth it just to be with you when the world ends.

Hard to find that moment that two become one. Not just one, but intertwined so tightly one can not find a seam.

My mind is at peace under the moonlight.

I find comfort in her, while my thoughts never stop turning in my mind, she dulls the noise of my tornado so all I hear is heartbeat.

My heart beats for her, aches when she's away, hurts when her rays afflicted by clouds and the storms of life, and I can't feel her light bathe my skin.

I wake and look for you.

I go to rest at night, only after I've let you be the last memory I have.

I love you, my moon, my good girl. ♥️🌝

To feel your skin.... soft, delicate, the more I touch the more I desire.

I watch your skin redden caused both from my increasing pressure, but also your heart pumping faster and harder.

To wrap my hand around your neck, feel your breathing pause, your pulse thundering against my finger.

To look into your eyes, to see your gift of submittance, trust.... knowing I will take and bruise out of love and will always protect you.

Don’t you love he feeling of daddy’s hands on your neck?

I'm too far down the rabbit hole......

It's a beautiful feeling, when in all honesty and pleased emotion, to tell her she's a good girl, when she's deserving.

Mood:

Sweet kisses that turns into savage sex....

You are unlike anything I've ever found...... I'm so grateful for you.

Like Ozzy said.....

"I don't ask much..... I just want you."

It's asking a lot....

I need you to be the last thing I taste, your salt drying on my lips, the final drops of your sliding deeper into me.

I need your heartbeat to be the last vibrational sound my ears enjoy as my ear presses into your warm flesh.

I crave the feeling you give... My heart beating faster and harder with every thought of you that slides through me, my blood pumping, muscles filling and straining, my erection aching harder for your energy, seeking your release.

I want to be your safe harbor.

I need to breathe you into my lungs... no matter the emotion shared.

I'd rather inhale the fires of pain and tough love, than to never know your flame.

Come here.....

As I sift through the fading remnants of my dreams.... One thing I know... I desire you.

This is a very open love letter to the one embedded deep in my heart.

Love

You are my obsession, I see your words /your face... My heart pounds and I feel calm, I feel perfect and right..... You are my addiction, I crave and need, in in those moments after our interactions I need, crave, my desire grows, so much I shake, you are powerful.

Don't ever feel you aren't strong, because i beg to differ.

You are my moon, my moonlight.

Why?

I look at the moon I feel calm, it's reflective light bathing us comforting.

I look up at the moon the same time as you and no matter our paths, no matter the distance, we are looking and loving the same thing.

Only you are my moon..my comfort, my inspiration. You are my light when all I see is dark, when I'm bright, you reflect my light, spread it farther than I ever could alone.

You speak to my heart, understand me in ways many could not, even when I don't understand myself you somehow find what it is I can't voice.

You take every part of my intensity, even though I know it's one of my biggest issues, you accept all my faults, the moments when I know it's my past trust /abandonment issues taking, and even when hard, with tears in your eyes, you not only handle me, but love me more.

I didn't have to learn to love you, and that is why it's so easy to love you.

The faults you carry, you know I don't see them as such, never have.

Thank you for your light.

Your love.

Your glow upon my life.

I am grateful for my moon.....