God’s Angel

“Why would there be? Do you think when I made you that I shoved your souls in bodies so you couldn’t recognize each other, mixed you all up, threw you all over the world and then said `Go find the one person out of all these people that you’re supposed to be with’? What kind of asshole do you think I am?” God asked.

“I don’t know. I always liked the idea of a soul mate.”

“Of course you do. It’s pretty and romantic. It speaks to some higher meaning, some purpose, some plan.”

“Yeah.”

“It also takes away free will if you’re supposed to be with one person you haven’t even met yet. What will you humans think of next? Soul dating?” God chuckled.

“I’ve known people who are soul mates though. They’re happy. They’re perfect for each other.” Gabe argued.

“If they’re truly happy then they’ve chosen to be so. They know each other through and through and have accepted that person for who they are. This is only something special because it’s so rare. Not because it means they’re soul mates. You can have the same relationship with Ethan that you just described to me.”