Soulmates, LBD's & Gemstones

I am an over analytical person.
Altough I could say that I'm quite a nerdy gal, I do not lose sleep over what the square root of Pi is.
For me, the more "mundane" and emotional things are, the more I wonder how we work and why we behave in certain ways. I'm attracted to the extremes, the dark and bright things that make people tick. That is how I develop certain hypothesis which then become... "Fashion Theories"
The latest one is about soul seeking mates...

People think about soulmates as we fashionistas would think about  little black dresses when in fact they're much more like, let's say... Diamonds, champagne or any type of shimmering complement.
See, once you've found the perfect LBD, because they are quite difficult to come by, you can have as much of it as you like. It'll become you anchor, your savior whenever you have no clue of what to wear, the best friend that'll make you always look good, your companion on every special occasion...
It won't really matter because at that point you will have already felt that long craved perfect fit you felt the very first time you tried it on. The feeling won't change (unless of course you loose or gain weight, but that's another story) Even though you like it, you absolutely adore it, it might even be the pinacle of couture, once you've found it you will have satiated your five senses with just one comprehensive silhuette.

With gemstones for example, you get the opportunity to indulge in variety. You don't have to choose a diamond bracelet over an emerald necklace or ruby earrings. You can be finicky about your selection by wearing only one type or combine all as you please!
When thinking about soulmates, the supposition is that after you've found that one person, your search is over, your existence has been complemented and therefore completed.
But that leaves us with very few options doesn't it? If every time we thought we had found the one was true, where would that leave us?
Probably wearing one single LBD as uniform for the rest of our lifes.

According to Wikipedia the exact definition of soulmate is "a person with whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity"
It all goes back to ancient Greece where they believed that when humans were first created they were Androgynus beings, greedy Zeus in an attempt to gain more human worship decided to split them down the middle. And so, women and men appeared. This separated humans would then pine for their other half the rest of eternity.
However, let's not forget that all this relentless search really was and still is a pursuit of happiness.
And that's where everything turns interesting.
Does only that one LBD posses the ability to make you happy?
Can't a pair of sapphires make you feel the same?
Can't a partner be just a partner? A really great one, who gets you, who likes you just as much as you like him or her, who feels comfortable in your company, someone who you can trust?
Because friendship is a powerful thing.
This last few months my mind has been mulling over the matter asking itself if it was wrong to see other people as soulmates, because I'm almost certain that I get most of this benefits from a bunch of girls who have become more like my sisters over the years.
Those who text you good luck messages before an exam, "good morning have a nice day" even from the other side of the world, listen to every single one of your issues and even love you when you are the opposite of your most lovable self.
I feel the exact same thing when I think about my mom, who gets me to a degree that I don't even get myself.
Of course, the difference between a dress and a gem in this case is the level of sexual stimulation, which doesn't mean that only because you have a connection with someone belonging to the other gender, they can't be stored in your jewelry box among your other lucky charms, right?
That's precisly the thing.
Can't your love, the one, be your little black dress and your friends be your shiny accesories? All in a soulmate spectrum?

The chemical formula for love is C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2.
Dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin. All produced by a reciprocity of trust and affection, which can be easily manufactured in a lab as well and it's overdose can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.
So in any case, whether it is because of a dress or a piece of jewellery, at any rate, if love doesn't kill you, it will certainly drive you crazy.