Inked

Simplicity

It's so simple.

All I have to do is find someone, anyone, who makes me whole.

No, it's not some metaphor for making me feel like I'm complete, I actually have to find my other half.

Since I was born I've had a red puzzle piece tattoo on my wrist. My mother told me from a young age; "One day you'll find someone who completes your tattoo, someone who is your missing piece." Since then I've been obsessed. I would check every wrist, searching and hoping maybe someone had the fit, maybe they would be the one, but came up empty handed. All I wanted was to find the other half, to know who was made for me, who was my forever.

My parents had met when they were only the age of 13. It seemed like a fairy tale. They met, glanced at the other's wrist and saw it. They matched perfectly. However, they don't have puzzle pieces. Each of them has a half of a golden heart with a sky blue star inside. My father smiled at my mother and they knew they were meant to be together. Since that day they've been together, through every hardship.

I guess I became obsessed with finding that.

Scratch that, I knew I was obsessed with finding that.

Who wouldn't want to find someone to call theirs though? Someone they knew would never leave their side. To find them at such a young age though, it seemed nearly impossible. 

Impossible for me, that is.

It's almost time for my 18th birthday party. Maybe I'll scan the crowd for my missing piece. Maybe I'll just give up and leave it up to fate. Who knows, love has its ways, after all.

My name is Cacie

And this is not your average love story.