Even though I find myself jaded and cynical at this point in my life, I know there is such a thing as soulmates.  A soul is that “other” part of human existence.  It’s not the body or the mind, it’s that intangible other that makes life worth living.  A best friend may know you well and get the uniqueness that is you, but they don’t want to spend the rest of their life plumming the depths of your soul.  A soulmate is someone that fills in all the little nooks and crannies in your being- like a Thomas’s English Muffin (R in the circle).  They are the butter that melts into them and keeps the muffin from being dry and tasteless.  Sure, you can eat a muffin without the butter, but think of the sheer pleasure that butter brings.  Think of all the times you didn’t have any butter and had to settle for plain old jelly (I prefer raspberry preserves).  Think of all the times that you over-toasted your muffin and it turned black and inedible.  Think of all the times you gave away your perfect muffin to someone else and then wondered whether it was the perfect muffin.  Sometimes you’re out of English Muffins and have to settle for scrambled eggs.  Most everyone likes them and they cook up quickly, but there’s never enough of them.  It’s hard to tell where your eggs stop and someone else’s eggs begin.  English Muffins are much better.

I hope to find my English Muffin someday, and when I do, I’m going to slather him and butter and raspberry preserves.