Sobs for Soulmate

Why does my Soulmate exist? Who? What is he for Me? Why all my life this instinct follows its purpose, clear about its destiny; knowing it inside out.

I don’t want to forget how I was feeling in part I of last dream. It was already almost gone as I woke up. I know this feeling so well too well. Screaming to the universe to bring you to me, bring you back. As if we once were one, and then you were gone. You, more real than anything else, I search for you, I cry out for you to come, to find me, find your way back to me. Soul cries in sobs in denial of this existence without you. How unfair so unfair and why is it so. Why am I born to love you, as much as know how well you do love me back.