When two souls are actually IN ALIGNMENT and finally cross paths, that shit sends ripples through the whole fucking matrix. Two people who’ve mastered themselves, moving with the same purpose and protecting what they found instead of slowly poisoning it. Rare as fuck. Meanwhile half you men are still FUCKING AND CHUCKING anything that gives you attention, burning through good women like there’s an unlimited supply, then crying that real love is dead. Nah brother. You trained yourself to treat rare connections like fast food. Some people get one soulmate. Some get a handful. Some apparently get way more. You don’t just get one universal number either, there are ways of working soulmate numbers out from the day you were born. Funny enough, I’ve got 17. And I only KNOW of one I’ve crossed paths with because I wasn’t hip to any of this knowledge before. So fuck knows how many walked straight through my life while I was too young, too distracted or too busy being a dickhead to even recognise what was standing in front of me. That’s the cruel part. The matrix will give you lust, ego, bad timing, distance, distractions, other people, trauma, temptation, endless fucking options, anything that keeps two people from recognising what they’ve actually found. Then years later the knowledge arrives and you start looking backwards like… fuck. Some doors only open once. Soulmate numbers are a whole different rabbit hole though. That’s for another day.