I stood before the king of all spirits, living and dead. A mere human, and I stood before such a divine being. And I did nothing to save the one thing that meant everything to me. I stood by and watched. And when I could see him no longer, every little thing became as important as the big things. I think my mind overloaded, because for what felt like eternity I left this world. I heard, saw, and felt nothing for the longest time. Even the negativity that had filled me disappeared, leaving nothing but the image of life itself ravaged and grey. More than ever did I need him, yet there was no possible way for it to be.
He was to me a great number of things. A saviour. A teacher. A father. A brother. A friend. I was once told that I would find my place where I was happiest. I found my happiest place with him. I think perhaps, even if I am not the same to him, he is my soulmate. I had no will to live when he was gone, yet his voice still echoed inside of me. Reassuring me in that way I always considered too relaxed. I think he put that echo in me so that even if I died, I would still have a chance to deliver his dream to the others.
Perhaps you wonder why I call him my soulmate. No, we are not lovers. I doubt we ever could be. I do not watch from afar, wishing he would place emotions in me that he will one day place in her. I consider a soulmate much more than a lover. He is the guidance that teaches me. The strength that drives me. The light that gives me hope. The love that gives me life. We don't need to talk or give gifts, date or kiss. We don't need to be gay or make love.
Your friendship is what brought my spirit to life. To be anything more would disturb such peace you bring me. I could never want more than what you have given me. You've done so much for me. Suffered so much. So, I will do all I can for you. I'll lay awake to watch over you, and smile for you, and share your pain and hardships. After all, it's the least one should do for their soulmate.