Where does it say that we, as individuals, can only have one soul mate? One chance at that perfect connection? In what corner of the world are such things determined? According to Merriam-Webster, a soul mate is someone with whom you share an affinity, are deeply compatible, a confidante, partner, lover, true love. But nowhere does it say that we are destined to have just one...one chance at love, one chance to get it right. And if we're lucky enough to find that kind of connection, but not fortunate enough to hold onto it the first time around, are we condemned to a life with mr. maybe, not-quite-right, or not-at-all?

Given the constant state of evolution in all areas of existence, why isn't it reasonable to assume that as our hearts expand and mature, that so too should the definition of our perfect mate? When what was once our forever becomes our past, what is to be gained by playing the martyr and resisting the dream, the wild notion, the crazy chance at happiness, a real second chance...