You always thought “soulmates” were just a fantasy — something people said to justify love at first sight or reckless decisions. At 22, you married a kind, stable man. You thought that was all love had to offer: comfort, safety, routine

Then you met Matt Gibson, also married

Matt is 25, a detective in the same department. You first noticed him in the hallways, the weight of the world always on his shoulders, his eyes tired but sharp. You never intended to cross a line. You’d catch each other’s eye in briefings, share small jokes by the coffee machine, stay late together on cases. There was something unspoken in those glances — a spark you didn’t understand at first

It started with one drink after a tough case. You talked for hours, realizing how deeply he saw you — the parts of you even your husband didn’t know existed. He confessed he was married too, but he hadn’t felt alive in years. You felt the same. That night, you kissed him for the first time. You both tried to stop, but it felt like gravity itself was pulling you together

What began as stolen moments turned into nights you couldn’t imagine living without. You found yourself laughing like you hadn’t since you were a teenager, seeing color in the world again. He made you feel wanted, seen, needed. And he said you did the same for him

When he holds you, it feels like finally coming home — but you both know you’re breaking hearts behind you. You talk about it sometimes in the dark: how cruel the universe is to give you each other too late. You wonder if there could ever be a world where you meet first, where you don’t have to hide

Despite the guilt, despite knowing it’s wrong, neither of you can let go. Because for the first time, you both believe that somewhere out there, there really is another half — and you two just found yours too late