I saw a quote this morning that said "I hope you find someone who speaks your language so you don't spend the rest of your life translating your soul," and it's stayed with me since. More than anything, this is the partnership that my soul craves. Because, ohhh...I just love to be free in love and be just as freely loved: no fears. Of being "too" anything. Or of being deliberately misunderstood. Or of being repeatedly judged and weighed and scaled and constantly found wanting. I like the seemingly constant state of exhale that comes with that libertine love, you see: I love living unchained. And being in an arrangement where you're always having to, dunno, explain the whys and hows of your feelings or emotions or heart...or love? Sounds like chains to me.
Having a partner who speaks the same language as you has to be one of the rare beauties of life. And you won't know this if you've never been with someone with whom it seemed you didn't even have to open your mouth; like, they just know: when you're mad, threatened, in need of a tight hug or a deep kiss, or just need a mental time-out. So if you find you one, you be sure to do your very damnedest to keep 'em, you hear? 'Cause it makes a whole lot of stuff—of the un-mushy and really real-life kind—easier to deal with; because being with this person is like a workday's morning and night; all that other stuff is the traffic hoopla in-between. Waking up and going back to sleep next to this person is the de-stressor that just makes all the in-between lose its sting. Yes, they are that much of a reward.
Being with someone who speaks your soul's language takes a whole lot of items off your 'self-check' cart too. This of course is not to say you're going to be carrying on all deliberately toxic and behaviorally rotten and singing "take me as I am," no. It means that it takes pressure off of you: the pressure of constantly being at war with your self or always being self-conscious and repeatedly having to walk on eggshells, unable to just be—bad mood or hair—because you're afraid of which of your colors will send them running off banshee-ing in the other direction. Having a partner who speaks your language means you're not at risk of becoming a "nag," for example, because they know what ticks you the wrong way and as much as it depends on them, they make certain that your triggers aren't constantly being set off 'cause they're repeatedly doing stuff that prick your crazy.
Being with a partner who speaks your language also guarantees you the kind of security that you don't have to haggle for: because they know you, they hear what you don't say, they know what makes you feel safe and the kind of environment in which you bloom, and they give it because their first basic instinct is to take care of you. A flourishing you is what they thrive off. A lover who speaks your language is peace in a raging storm, especially in these days of twenty voices in one ear — shrinking the attention span of almost everyone now on the same scale as that of a five year old; a person with whom you speak the same language hears only you, is focused on just you. And you them.
If you have a partner who gets you, in a way that no one else does—or can, then surely you know the soul-food feeling of having someone with whom asinine arguments aren't a constant feature, because your connection transcends just the verbal; so the best of your communications do not even need words to happen. It is a beautiful thing, this here: to have someone who understands the language of your soul. Everything just...flows. They are intentional with loving you, caring for you, learning you, and understanding you.
And when disagreements happen, as they are bound to, you are not in danger of this being the last fight, so you're not afraid to open the doors to your soul in all its...gore, because you know they are not afraid to see inside of you: you know you're unable to run them off. 'Cause they know why this is happening; they see the reason, they listen to you: they hear you. And as much as they can, they do not keep kicking down your red door; they know how to keep you off of it too. And you do the same for them. A partner who speaks your language honestly just helps you relax: they make you unfurl. They bring you out into the light and keep you there. Your fears are minimal with them; you suffer no self-consciousness or any need to be something (just) for them: you just are, and they let you.
A partner who speaks your soul's language is the partner who they say loves you for you: the you that only they are acquainted with. And the beauty of that? They're also the partner who inspire you to keep evolving and uncovering the all the best parts of you: sometimes you do it for them too, and it's not a demand they even have to make of you; because the best gifts, they say, are the ones given without asking :).
I wish you your soul's mate, mate.
I wish you love.
I wish your soul a home.
And your heart its fit.