How do you know when two souls are connected?

Ahmad Ayyash
3 min readMar 14, 2024

Watching you while your lips talk about the things you love, the cookies you bake, the books you read – those things make my head wonder, have we met before? Was it in another life? Was it in the other world?

Have you ever felt like you’re finally found your lost-long soulmate?

Like you share each other’s thoughts, it’s as if you share the same brain. Pick up on it straight away even without any word exchanged. And it still couldn’t get rid of the thought of ‘what’s going on inside his head?’ from my brain anytime my eyes landed on him. Sometimes it got me to think; if his mind was a book with endless pages, how long would it take me to finish it? How much time of my life I should spend reading until nothing was left? Then I realized that none of those things matter – I don’t mind spending half of my life reading what’s on his mind, I could spend hours listening to whatever sounds come out of his mouth. Saying his current weird thoughts, telling stories about things he likes, babbling about his favorite song and ended up singing it as a lullaby. His head is my favorite library.

Have you ever felt that your soul connected to someone’s soul? You have nearly everything in common – favorite movies, foods (it’s not always the same every time, but you two were always open for a debate), and where your interests revolve? You both love the same music, even catching a glimpse of the music he listened to makes you wonder; ‘does he steal some titles from my playlist?

Because I do. And meeting him feels like a ringing bell moment. Feels like my inner voice sings and I hear the music all around, the tunes I have never heard before, the chirps of birds that went unnoticed until he was here. It’s our first meeting but it feels like I have known him for 10 years. Or even my whole life.

Being with him just feels so natural. It’s a calm, serene feeling. I sometimes said complicated things and people barely get what I said, even respond with things that are completely different than what I talked about. Things went completely different when it goes to him – I don’t need to repeat things and he understands my gestures immediately. I don’t even scared of my words not being heard because no matter how long it was, no matter how long it took for me to explain, he will pay attention, word by word. We play silly guessing games, act goofy with each other without having to worry about judgment. We can sit together for hours saying anything that comes to our mind, even the oddest and most irregular ones, and it feels comfortable. Being in each other’s company is enough to give a string of happiness, even when we don’t have anything to talk about – he does his work, and I, do mine.

I feel like he’s in my soul. Part of my soul.

We enjoy Tuesday listening to Imaginary Future just as much as dancing under a kitchen light on a Sunday night. Putting on our comfortable pajamas won’t be an issue since neither of us will care about it anymore. I don’t even need to pretend. It’s just me, expressing myself in any way I want. And it feels as warm as a hot chocolate under the snowflakes. Gives me comfort and peace.

Time surely passes quickly and unnoticed, and after the days he made me feel like dancing and singing my favorite song again and again, falling to him feels like the first day of my life. And I’m glad I didn’t die before I met him.

(For the one I’ll always have a piece of heart for.)



Ahmad Ayyash

I'm Ayyash, a poet on a mission to heal souls with words. Through my verses, I embrace my scars and aim to inspire others to find pride in their own and heal.