I finally found my soul mate in my fifties. I married very young and was busy working and taking care of my two children, but spent very little time actually doing anything fun with my first husband. We rarely even talked or sat together at meals. Even though we worked at the same base, we drove to work separately and never met for lunch even when I asked him to. After twenty years we divorced, and I moved back home to Mom's. I returned to college which I had always tried to finish but never quite did. One summer in between college semesters, I joined an online dating site called Plentyoffish.Com. I met several people, but only one attracted me from the start. He is my soulmate. He is a published writer just like me.

We private messaged each other daily nearly right from the start. When we talked on the phone, we could easily talk and sing for an hour to each other. We didn't feel funny about doing that either. We talked about our pasts and my children and his niece and nephews, sisters and brothers and his Mother. My Mom and Dad were both deceased by the time we met, but we talked about them a little too. I have a cousin who used to drive me to the cemetary to visit our relatives grave sites. We even talked about our cousins and every thing we did every day.

We both feel strong ties to our families and keep in touch with them regularly. When we started dating, two of my brothers kept telling me to be careful and not let him in my apartment. We met at a cafe for breakfast and walked and talked all day, stopping along the way at cafes for tea and coffee and at a deli where he bought me two dozen roses in pink and red, my choice. He wanted to take me to the movies but he would have had to leave too late to make the train and bus to get back upstate. He didn't even mind that he was late and missed the bus home because on one date I kept wanting to hold and be held by him and he had to call his sister to pick him up. He lived with her and their Mother. I told him I was very sorry for making him late but he kept repeating that he'd had a beautiful day with me. We love to sing and dance together even in our home. Sometimes when he is doing the dishes, I go up behind him and hug and kiss him. He does the same to me. He does everything with so much love-when he cooks, when he hugs and kisses, when he rubs my back.

If I was lonely and called him a couple of times a day, he never minded. He always stayed on the phone and talked to me. He soon decided that the only way for us to get any sleep and be happy was for us to live together. We talked about everything and agreed on most important issues. So we moved in together after only knowing each other six months. Six months after that we married in a civil ceremony and five months later we married in a Catholic Church.

We both have serious health problems, but we even usually go to the doctor's office together. We believe we are soulmates and that we shall live together in Heaven eternally. We occasionally tell each other that we wish we had met long ago when we were both young. He thinks we would have had a whole bunch of kids if we did, and he has definitely got enough love to share with them. He loves my children and grandchildren like his own. Do soulmates really exist? Yes, I found mine.