DEAR PARIS | ✓ (Short Story)

DEAR PARIS | 1

Legend has it we've all got our own soulmate waiting for us somewhere out there.

Ever wondered whether that was true at all?

I mean, surely there are people who end up dying without having met their soulmate. 

Then, maybe the legend has it all wrong.

That is what I always thought for my twenty four years on earth. My theory was that maybe our own soulmate is out there waiting for us. But what if we never go to that place?

Turns out, I was wrong and I probably read too much of books on over-idealised love.

Well, maybe sometimes we just have to have a little of bit of faith in whatever is called destiny.

I have always wondered where my soulmate was. I never had a boyfriend and would rarely crush on someone. I did not even know what I was looking for.

Until I met him.

My soulmate.

We met in the most awkward and unexpected way. He was the annoying seat neighbour on my flight to Paris.

He would not shut up the whole flight. For a whole four hours!

Yeah, you guessed right. He rambled on his life to a complete stranger next seat. I was so excited to get off the plane and never see him again.

Well, that was my plan.