Many People have asked me, “what are you looking for,” and I have to say that what I really want it my best friend. I have had many dreams or ‘Visions’ about my Soul Mate, so I have spent a great deal of my life chasing a ‘visions’. I began asking myself, “what if what you are chasing is a face you knew centuries ago, what if now he looks different, what if, what if….” I have met many men that seem to look like him, and perhaps even feel like him, I even met one brother that looks like him to the letter! They all lacked one thing. They did not have his soul. I have many male friends, I always have. They respect me greatly, and I them. They always tell me “ you are amazing angel.” They know that I am trust worthy, loyal, strong, and basically are real person. The moment that one of these look-alike Soul Mates find out I have male friends, they flip out. The begin accusing me of wrongdoing. It is just so insane. They think I am cheating on them, and a load of crap to that effect. While they are accusing me of things that are just way out of the norm for me, they proclaim their undying love for me. They are empty words. Real love is based on trust. Real love is based on understanding it is not based on jealousy. Jealousy is an immature emotion that has no bases in any relationship; it is especially true for relationships that have never warranted such emotion. I then began to ask myself “ do any of my male friends ever doubt me?” The answer is never. Do any of my male friends ever feel that I would be capable of betraying a person that I loved? The answer is never. Do you know why, because they have walked with me, talked with me, laugh with me, and they have held me when I could not stand. They have been my friends, and I theirs. None of these Brothers that I have met have really, in every essences of the word, been my friends. Some of them wanted me to wear hijab, which is never happening. You cannot change a person simply because you think it is best for them. That concept is insane. Some of them want me to wear less make-up. Some of them wanted me to Not wear short skirts. Some of them wanted me not to have friends. Some of them did not like it when I sang with the radio. Some of them did not want me to have an opinion. Some of them wanted me to loss weight. Some of them wanted me to gain weight. Some of them wanted, wanted, wanted. In short they wanted me to change. CLUE. A person is not a piece of garment that you can cut to suit. People come as they are. I come as I am. I love the person I am. I love me. My friends, male and female, adore me as I am. So I asked myself, “ Why can’t my Soul Mate love me as I am?” I know why. I was looking for a face, and not a soul. My Best Friend, wherever you maybe, I am not looking for my Soul Mate; I want my Best Friend. You know my mind. You laugh at my stupid jokes, and you think its funny when I get angry. You laugh with me, you fight with me, you dance with me, and you understand. I do not know why I have had those visions, perhaps they were a warning. I know one thing. I can talk to you about anything. I know I can share anything with you, and you won’t tell me, “ Deal with it yourself,” you will guide me. You will let me know everything will be all right. You respect my religious points of view, and you would never impose your beliefs on me. You are my Best Friend. You are the person that I trust with my life. You are the person I can wake up to in the middle of the night after a bad dream, and you will hold me and rock me back to sleep. You believe in my ability to do things. You have faith in my intelligence, and you value my opinion greatly. You are my Best Friend. You think it is cute when I bob my head back and forth when a cool song comes on. You love me and I love you. You are my Best Friend. That is what I want. That is it. I want my Best Friend. It is beautiful when you can share memories with someone you love isn’t it?
