... He should be like extension of skin ...there should be no barrier in-between. I used to believe that there's something to be seen in the eyes; something to channel the sort of understanding I thought should funnel from one to another in sympathetic Spirit. And I thought I had foolishly noted that similar colored irises had favorable conditions for transfusion of Self... in my far-offest-dreams I was indeed enamored with the Idea that a pair (in the absence of every sensational cue!) could connect in simpatico communique. But should anyone have whispered it I would have telegraphed: That's... Impossible...
My perfect soulmate would me sweet and kind to me. They would give me all the hugs, kisses, and cuddles that I need and want. They would make sure I would wake up to a good morning text and they would call me just because they miss me. They would take me out and be a perfect gentleman, open doors for me and take me out to a movie or a romantic dinner. They would ask about the day I've had or how I'm feeling and they would care about how I would feel.
My soulmate would look like the most handsome/beautiful person in the world. That would be because of their personality. The personality they have would be what is beautiful to me and the way they would love me is how I want my soulmate.