No More Guessing

Jordon

1 day. I have exactly 1 day until I meet my soulmate. I kinda feel like a girl by saying this, but I'm kind of excited for it. This day is finally going to come true, the one they say will change the rest of your life. Tomorrow is also the day that my flight is scheduled to leave to visit Naperville, Illinois. The city I grew up in. I booked this flight a couple months ago when I was talking to some of my childhood friends one night. I realized how much I missed them, so I booked this flight not even realizing that the day I visit home is also the day I meet my soulmate.

I have also decided that no matter what, the first thing I'm going to do is visit my best friend from when I was seven, Lila. No matter what time it is or how much time is left on my clock. I have to see her. It's been years since I've seen her in person and I hate that. It sucks.

Right now I'm packing for my trip up to Illinois. My parents don't know I'm doing this, and I haven't told them yet. I don't think I will. I'll just drive to the airport and fly to Illinois. They can't do much to me from Louisiana. I mean sure it's going to bad when I get home, but I'll have found my soulmate by then.

"Honey you have school tomorrow, time for bed," my mom yells to me from a different room.

I'm not even a little kid anymore, I don't understand why she makes me go to bed so early. It's only 11:30, besides I'm too excited and nervous to fall asleep. Oh well, I at least better try.

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I wake up the next morning as my alarm goes off at 5:30. I quickly shut it off, excited, but yet nervous. I get ready as quick as I can and run out the door to my car. I jump in, my suitcase already in and head off. I drive to the airport to catch my flight that leaves at 10. By the time I'm through security, it's already 9:30. I hop on the plane, and not soon after, we're off.

During the whole flight thousands of questions are running through my head. What will she look like? Have I met her before? Do I know her? Is she hot? Is she nice? Caring? Beautiful? What's she doing right now? Is she thinking about me? Are the same questions running through her mind right now?

"Prepare for landing," the captain announces after about 2 hours.

By this time I am practically shaking from nervousness and excitement. I wonder how many other people are meeting their soulmate today or already have? Did it turn out good for them? Will it turn out good for me? What if she doesn't like me? What if she doesn't want to be with me? What if...?

At around 2, I am finally out of the airport after a quick stop for lunch and getting back out through the crowded airport. Boy was that a mess, now that I'm finally out of the airport I just need to grab a taxi and get to Lila's house as soon as possible. I take a glance at my watch and just 1 hour and 31 minutes until I meet her.

"Taxi," I yell on the crowded street outside the airport.

I grab a taxi and jump in. I give them the address that I'm praying Lila still lives at. Everything is going smoothly until all of a sudden we somehow end up in traffic. Ugh! I want to scream. I wanted to be there right when Lila got home from school. That's not going to happen now. By the time traffic finally clears up, there's only 17 minutes and 47 seconds until I meet my soulmate.

We take the exit into Naperville and I realize that Lila is out of school right now and either on her way home or already there. Unless she didn't go home, what if she went to a friend's house or something and she's not even there? We're almost to her house, she has to be there, she just has to be. There! I see her house! It's the one with the gigantic window in the front and the porch painted white. We have so many memories on that porch.

The taxi man parks the car in front of he house and I pay him. Then I jump out of the car and run up to the door, completely forgetting about the clock on my wrist. Nothing is more important than Lila. I ring the doorbell and I hear someone yell something inside.

The door opens and there she is, Lila. Standing right in front of me. I can't believe it, I haven't seen this girl since I was seven!

"JORDON!" I hear her scream in my ear, "What are you doing here?!"

"I just had this feeling to come and visit," I reply back to her.

Oh God, I remember she was hot, but I don't remember her being this beautiful.

"Wait a second," she says slowly looking down.

Why is she looking down at her wrists? Is something wrong? Holy crap. I finally realize why she looked down at her wrists and suddenly I remember, I look down slowly. When my eyes finally meet gaze with the watch I see the numbers 00 staring back at me. Suddenly I realize why so many people say this moment is the best moment of their lives. It sure is the best moment of mine, it's magical.