How much of our relationships are defined by us?

And if not us, what are they defined by?

I was scrolling on Facebook the other day, as one does to dull the pain of being alive in this nightmarish hellscape we call modern society, and came across a prompt in one of my groups that I found intriguing.

“I found a nomad soulmate, then I realized he/her _____.”

It was one of those open-ended prompts meant for quirky and/or pithy replies intended to…