Dear Soulmate...

Allie

Dear soulmate,

I've met you. I remember when. My sister she had met you years before. You were the best of friends. You played together. You taught her everything she knew. When she got back, I was jealous. Books and shows had taught me that twins shared everything. But she didn't share you. When she learned from you what a first kiss felt like, what young love was, what it was like to know someone so completely and love them just the same, I had to meet you. 

And I know I shouldn't be saying this. And I know that I wouldn't even admit this to her. She is so sweet. She doesn't deserve that. I know what I did was wrong. 

That night in the garden. Do you remember the one? I met you. I told her that you had to call it off. I told her that you were busy but would reschedule another time. When she asked me why you told me instead of her— I told her she was sleeping. I answered the phone. Told you it was me. I listened to you. I promised you I would tell her— she believed me. 

We had similar voices, she and I, and all I had to do to sound like her was cut off syllables a little earlier. It fooled you. And that night under the stars as we lay on our backs in the wet grass, I knew it was you I'd been waiting for. I didn't care that you were in love with my sister and she was in love with you. I didn't care that we had run through sprinklers together with our hands locked and you didn't know it was me. I didn't care that you were in love with a girl like me that wasn't me. I didn't care that my sister was smarter, that she was more like you. I didn't care that she could draw and you could draw just as well. I didn't care that I would never be good enough for you. I just didn't. And at the end of the night in our meager porchlight, when you kissed me as my sister, I fell completely. 

Everything about you was just so right even though everything about me was so wrong. 

I never did that again. Never tricked you. Never lied to you. Never lied to my sister, either. 

Elias... That's her full name. You know that right? Elias and Alyson. My parents thought she would be the boy twin, I would be the girl. They didn't do that ultrasound thing to determine our genders. My mom said she could feel a boy, Elias, and a girl, Alyson. I was the first. I was the girl. I was Alyson. They waited for the boy, Elias. Out came another girl. My mother was shocked. My father was proud. My mom was so ready for the name Elias we kept it. So they decided, like good parents, to call us Elle and Allie. 

So guess what? You're dating a supposed-to-be guy. 

I'm not trying to make you mad. I just want you so bad to notice me like you notice her. 

My dearest soulmate;

Though you may not realize it yet, I am the one for you. We are destined to be together. It's a love story, baby just say yes. 

With truly all of my love,

Allie