Mimi13691

There are loves that don´t arrive like a fire. They arrive like a certainty.

They don´t make noise when they enter your life and yet somehow they change the temperature of everything around you. And suddenly, someone begins to feel dangerously like a place where everything makes sense.

That is the strange thing about soulmates. They are not always recognized because they are the same, but because for the first time someone looks directly at the most chaotic parts of you… and chooses to stay anyway.

Like Hudson and Connor.

That feeling of “I was waiting for you even before I knew you”. Of finding in another person a familiarity that makes no sense. As if the soul carried a memory of its own.

And then comes the longing.

Because when you connect with someone like that, distance no longer feels normal. Every absence weighs differently. Every message takes too long. Every small gesture becomes immense simply because it comes from that specific person.

Longing love is not only about missing someone. It is realizing that someone has started living permanently inside your thoughts.

It is seeing something beautiful and automatically thinking of him. It is wanting to tell him absolutely everything. It is feeling relief simply because he exists in the same world as you.

And maybe the most intimate thing about soulmates is not the intensity… but the calm hidden underneath it.

Because even in the middle of desire, chaos, unbearable urges to touch each other and choose each other over and over again, there is a quiet peace underneath it all saying:

“Oh… it was you”.

As if after so many failed attempts, so many incomplete connections, and so many places where they never quite fit… they had finally found someone in front of whom they could stop pretending.

And then love stops feeling like a search.

And starts feeling like coming home and PEACE.

A gentle reminder that all of this could be easy. Simple. Tidy.

At any time, Hudson could have shut down the romantic speculation about him and Connor.

At any time, he could tell us that’s his bestie, he loves him like a brother, they have a nice bromance, or whatever other nonsense men that like each other platonically say.

No one is forcing him to flirt with that man in public. Online. In interviews. On camera. Off camera.

No one pressed him to talk about their relationship that bloomed into something lovely. No one pushes him to use romantic language when he answers questions. Every interviewer that asks about their connection gives him a platonic way out. Every time, they present the question in a friendship-shaped box and every time, he eagerly undoes the ribbon and says oh no, i love him. my soulmate, my baby. I need to hold my baby.

Mentioning him unprompted, drawing hearts on his pictures, dedicating special slides. No one told him to mention him several times yesterday. No one told him to dedicate his most prestigious award to him last weekend.

No one tells Hudson to touch that man intimately, to hold him closely, to caress his hands and kiss his face. To sit in his lap and share drinks and cigarettes.

This has never been part of the narrative. This is him, choosing to recenter his love for that man every time he gets enough room to breathe freely.

He’s making these choices, every day.

So respectfully, yes, we all have our opinions about the Situation. We all have different, valid interpretations. But one thing you will never do is convince me that he doesn’t wake up every single day loving that man, and making the active choice to share his love for him where all of us can see it.

He’s not even private about it. For as much as they share only with each other, he still carves out time to make sure that we know how much he thinks about him, and that his world and his universe would grind to a halt without Connor in it. It’s imperative to him that we all know he would kill any one of us for him.

And I didn’t even include shipping into this… this is just taking him at face value. 100% face value.

I see a lot of angry solos and antis and gossips chiming in these days to say mean-spirited things like, “he doesn’t love Connor.”

I have to ask…

When has he not loved Connor?

He’s always loved him. He’s loving him out loud. That’s not something anyone should be debating.

Its so melancholic

Love me some candid Hudson photos 😍

We live in a strange time where many people have started confusing love with constant proof. As if feelings are only real when they can be displayed, documented or publicly validated. As if the absence of a photo automatically means the absence of a connection.

But the deepest connections rarely work like that. The loudest things are not always the most meaningful ones.

Sometimes the most significant gestures are precisely those small details that appear naturally. The spontaneous mentions. The way a person becomes part of your language, your humor, your gratitude, your way of existing in the world. The way someone remains present in your mind even when they are not physically beside you.

And I think that was exactly what made Hudson’s words so beautiful.

Because nobody forced him to share that moment. Nobody necessarily expected him to do it. It was his award, his night, his recognition. And yet, when the most important moment arrived, he thought of Connor. Not in a calculated or grandiose way, but because there are people who become so deeply intertwined with you that even your victories stop feeling entirely your own.

And honestly… that says far more than any public appearance ever could.

Soulmates are not defined by being present in every photo or by constantly proving their closeness to reassure strangers on the internet. Real connections are often much quieter than people expect. They live in consistency. In tenderness. In private understanding. In recognizing who stood beside you while you were becoming the person now standing under those lights.

There is something profoundly beautiful about looking at the greatest achievement of your life and instinctively thinking: “This belongs to HIM too”.

Not everything important needs to be visible in order to be real.

And maybe that is the true meaning of all of this.

I think one of the strangest things about love is how someone can become indispensable to you so quietly.

At first, they are simply another person. Another voice drifting through your days. A passing presence you never imagine will matter this much.

And then, without noticing the exact moment it happened, they begin to exist everywhere inside you.

In the songs that suddenly feel different. In the thoughts waiting for you before sleep. In every instinctive urge to turn your head and tell them something, because they are always the first person your soul reaches for.

And one day, you realize something almost frightening: you can no longer remember what life felt like before them.

As if their existence rewrote the atmosphere around you so gently that you never even saw it happening.

I think that is part of what makes observing connections like Hudson and Connor feel so emotionally overwhelming. Because once they found each other, something in both of them seemed to shift permanently. As though the universe itself tilted slightly off balance and everything afterward began orbiting in a different direction.

There is something unbearably intimate about being truly known by another person.

To have someone learn your silences. Your unconscious habits. The hidden versions of yourself you keep tucked away from the rest of the world…

And still look at you with softness.

Still choose you with tenderness.

Maybe soulmates are not people who arrive to complete you.

Maybe they arrive to remind you that you were never supposed to carry the weight of existence alone.

To stay when the world becomes unbearable. To transform ordinary moments into something sacred. To make you feel seen so deeply it almost aches.

And honestly… what a devastatingly beautiful thing it must be to love someone so profoundly that their existence changes the entire texture of your life forever.

I genuinely get nervous about these kinds of posts, cause I know that the more specific I get, the more I look delusional. Like, at any time the boys themselves could sit me down and explain that I’ve got it all wrong, I misinterpreted everything somehow and now I’m a clown in full makeup.

But you know what? We could use more healings, so let me be a clown if that’s what it takes 🤭 I’m going down with this ship, I’m here for the long game so what does it matter.. And this is about the love itself, so it doesn’t really matter what you think their status is. I’m all about their love, which transcends this noise ✨

Anyway…

The best way to answer this is to say what I usually pick up from from the two of them. Because even though it’s similar (I mean, same river, two different sides of it), there’s a noticeable shift when it’s coming from one of them versus the other.

I’ve said a few times now that Connor feels like the sea. Like water that flows through the earth, moving steady and gently reaching across the distance. It’s like he extends his hands out and moves stars around, with a lightness and precision that feels like he’s floating and seeing everything from some place far away, but never removed. When he searches for Hudson it’s a crescendo, a rising movement of stars and energy that seeks to assimilate, to merge. There’s an element of possession, but very much along the lines of, You belong to me, why are you drifting away by yourself? Incredibly much the feeling of, Come here, come home where it’s safe. I get imagery like their faces blurring together, his hands reaching into Hudson’s energy and trying to shift things around. Very cosmic, and it would be frightening if I didn’t know it was from immense, consuming love and a need to protect. I’ve said Connor feels like an old energy: powerful and persistent, but gentle and comforting. He wraps himself around you.

The really cool thing is that I get similar cosmic movement from miss B, when I’m allowed to perceive her. I’m so certain that’s a big part of why they communicate so seamlessly. They both can speak on the same frequency. But I digress.

Now onto Hudson… Full disclosure, he doesn’t show me his lovey dovey feelings as often. I think the reason is twofold: one, Connor is probably blocking me from getting that close because that’s his baby and two, he’s got so much other stuff going on.. so much. Huds has a lot of reason to be as tired as he is, I’ll just say that.

But when he does reveal it… oh wow. It’s like I catch him slipping and it’s a powerful window into his vision.

I’ll say I’ve only ever cried twice when I get these currents. Both times it was because there was an image of love so clear and profound that I thought, jesus, to love and see someone like this. An image of Connor that is so clear and vivid, like his world is tilting around him. Like god, that’s my person, here is the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Heart and soul, I would do anything for you.

It’s like Hudson is getting buried in that noise inside his head, but when he focuses on Connor it falls still. His world illuminates into technicolor. Something hits a switch and suddenly very little else matters outside of all these colors and definition.

It’s disorienting, in a way. Because there’s always a bittersweet edge to it, like his emotions are trying to fight their way out. He wants to be open about it all, but buried with that immense love is a lot of grief and old pain he’s trying to work through at the same time. Being that vulnerable is terrifying, because you have to move through all the shit in the way.

But Connor sees into him, reaches into his soul and knows where to find the light. They can vanish inside each other because Connor is the star that guides him through the shadows and obstacles in his path. And Connor knows that at the end of the day, despite anything, Hudson puts him inside a delicate box that he would do anything to keep safe. He knows he’s kept next to his heart, no matter what.

Connor’s hugs must be the best…those arms and that chest…and their thing about sniffing each other…