She looked at the new ink scrawled across the inside of her wrist. It was smaller than she had thought it would be; but she had no idea really what to expect in appearance or in what it said. Everybody’s was different. Some people’s tattoos read nicely, whilst some had something silly or nonsensical emblazoned upon them – always on the inner wrist of the left hand. And it would make sense eventually, in context, when the person destined to be your soul mate would utter the words on your skin in their very first conversation with you.
For on the morn of your 18th birthday these words would appear, marking you for life with the very first words that would be uttered to you by your soul mate. It was a symbol of adulthood, and though some wouldn’t admit it, it was a great comfort to awake with one, for it was a sign that they were not destined to be alone.
She read the words, wondering what it would be like to hear them said aloud, wondering what her soul mate would look like, wondering how long she would have to wait to hear them. She stroked at her skin, thinking that it may be sore or delicate, but it wasn’t.
She felt impatient already. She now knew the very first thing that her soul mate would say to her, but her soul mate was yet to say them. How long would she have to wait?
Years began to pass her by. She would occasionally wonder when it was going to happen, and sometimes think that it may not happen until old age, but she had become patient and just kept on waiting.
One night, a few months after her 24th birthday, when out with a friend, she finally heard the words spoken out loud, exactly as they were written on her skin; a tingling sensation rippled through her as he said them. The wait was over.
She responded to him and as she spoke she noticed him glance down at his own wrist.
“Did I say it?” she asked excitedly,
He nodded shyly,
“You said what’s on mine too”
They laughed nervously and began talking, getting to know each other.
“I guess you’re in my life for keeps now, considering we’re soul mates and all” he said as the night concluded.
She simply smiled at him and he leaned in for their first kiss.
As the years passed by she hardly thought about her tattoo – she would occasionally glimpse at it if it caught her eye and remember fondly the night they met; the ink a little faded now. They certainly had their ups and downs but through it all he was her destiny.
So when one day, somebody else uttered those words, exactly as they were written; when she experienced the same skin-tingling sensation, she felt heart-broken. The joy she had felt when first hearing them was this time replaced with fear and confusion. What did this mean?
“Does this mean I’m breaking up with him?” she asked her mom, “I thought he was my destiny; that we would be together forever”
She felt on the brink of tears at the thought of losing him. She felt life was being so cruel.
“And this other person – she’s a girl! I’m not into girls that way”
Her mother chuckled quietly,
“Soul mates aren’t just our future husbands or wives. A soul mate is simply one who understands you; who lets you be yourself; who you have a deep and meaningful connection with – soul mates are love in all of its forms; be it romantic or platonic. And you my girl are very lucky to have more than one soul mate. Not many people do.”