Soul Mate Anthologies

First and Last

Mamma used to tell me that the day I meet my soulmate, that'll be day I understand what is value of the words on my palm. I have met my soulmate and have yet to find its value.

Mamma also used to tell me that she and dad were meant to be. They both had matching soulmarks. I had words.

Mamma used to tell me that they day I find my soulmate will be my happiest. It wasnt.

Mamma told me that my soulmate will speak the words I need to hear, to help me and support me. My soulmate's words were like a bullet through my heart.

Mamma told me that these words on my palm will never fade, it shows the strengthening bond between my soulmate and me. But now....I cant see any sign of the words.

Mamma told me that these words will be spoken when I meet my soulmate for the first time. That upon hearing them, a tingling feeling shall pass. That I will open my mouth and blurt out something random as usual. That my soulmate will look shocked at me, and laugh having finally understood what the stupid scrawl across his hand meant.

Mamma was wrong about everything. Everything until then.

Why she had to be right about that one? Why? Why did she give me false hope?

He laughed. But because of that we didn't see where we were. He laughed not just because of my silly word scrawled across him, but also because of the cruel joke fate decided to play on us.

Mamma had a soulmark that was completed by dad's. The heart on mom was completed by dad's arrow.

I had the first word soulmark. Whatever he told me when we meet for the first is etched onto my palm. His handwriting so neat, so beautiful. His words A little cold out here ain't it? Was normal yet....Yet it seemed romantic. But

But his soulmark was different. OhmigoshyoirmySOULMATE! was sloppily scrawled across his hand, he never did manage to make complete sense of it, his mom told me. "He would stare at it for ages and just say 'she sure sounds chipper and crazy.' "

His parents had matching soulmarks. A pair of turtle doves on their shoulders. It was symmetrical on themselves and on each other even when aligned together. It is beautiful.

My soulmate....i now know I would have definitely loved him and would have been the happiest with him. I know everyone in his life now. Had his soulmark been a different kind, we both would be having the time of our lives.

His soulmark was that of my last words to him.

I ....I never thought that my soulmate could have a different type of soulmark. No one did. It's a very very rare occurance. It's a joke played by the universe.

And somehow I feel guilty. I never could control my emotions nor my words until that day. Now I'm all but silent. I think about what mamma said and cry because it's all hopeless.

He isn't there now.

Because our first words to each other was also our last.