I find it quite strange that I’ve met someone with the same birthday as me. We’re both musicians, and we were both born the day Glenn Gould died. I don’t know how I came across that tidbit of information, but as I was growing up I thought that Patrick Roy (of Montreal Canadiens fame) was my soul mate because he was my favourite athlete and because he was born a day after me. Technically he was born several years before I was, however his birthday falls a day later than mine. I digress however, I’m just trying to illustrate how fickle I can be when assuming that someone is my soul mate.
On one hand, in all the time I’ve had lust and desire for you, I’ve never once thought you were my soulmate. But on the other hand, I do think of you as being the woman I marry and have children with. I don’t know if that is the actual feelings that a soulmate should have of you, and if so, what do these coincidences mean, that I share with these other people?
I think on one hand, if you are waiting for a love-life to blossom, having lust and desire and imagination of someone who is tangible and/or ideal is the best way to wait. And on the other hand, having that tangible, yet unattainable desire and lust is for the most part… useless. I mean, if love isn’t reciprocated by someone else, there really is no love to be found.
At least I can prove that on these few coincidental dates are existant and that I share them with these other three people. Maybe on a grander scale it means more than a fantasy.
I’m not in love with you, I’m not in love with you, I’m not in love with you.
