Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
But soul-mates— think about it. When your soul—whatever that is anyway— something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of the time, so colorful and big without color or shape—when your soul finds another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you know about it. The rest of you feels sweaty and jumpy at first. And your souls get married without evening meaning to— even if you can’t be together in real life, your souls just go ahead and make the wedding plans. A soul’s wedding must be too beautiful to even look at. It must be blinding.
Witch Baby, Missing Angel Juan
Rereading longtime favorites today, This entire book is so adorable.