No More Guessing

Carly

1 hour left on my clock. I have 1 hour until I meet my soulmate, the person I'll spend the rest of my life with. I'm so excited, but at the same time so nervous. What if he doesn't like me? What if he doesn't like the way I talk or the way I walk? No Carly, you can't think about that stuff. Everything's going to work out just fine.

56 minutes left on the clock when I leave work. I'm walking home, and I stop by the park. Maybe my soulmate will be there? Maybe he has a dog! Oh I do really like dogs. I walk through the park, but there's still too much time for my soulmate to be there. So I keep walking, just walking. Not really having a destination in mind. Just as I was going to head back to my apartment I realize I'm lost. I'm lost in the middle of New York City. Great job, great job Carly, of all things you managed to get lost here. Right now too, I don't want my soulmate to be some random person I run into off the streets, I want it to be a magical and special moment and place. 

I start running, I start running and I don't stop. Some how I end up by Times Square, just a few blocks from the Subway. Uh oh, only 11 minutes left on my clock. I can't go to the subway! That would be a horrid spot to meet. Uh, where should I go? Oh, I know! There's this small park about 5 blocks I could go, it won't take long.

I take off running again. Down the streets of New York, apologizing as I run into people. I can't stop. I have a mission. 4 minutes left, almost there. I'm staring down at my clock as I'm running, looking up every so often making sure I don't run into people. There! I see it. Just around that corner. 1 minute and 37 seconds left on the clock. I start to look around, panicking. The only people I see are married couples, and some teenage kids messing around. They can't be it. 59 seconds.

I continue to look around, for anyone, someone. I think I see someone just turning the corner and walking this way. He looks around my age, pretty tall. 33 seconds left on my clock. He's kind of looking around frantically, it must be him. He sees me. He starts running. I'm so excited, this is going to be the greatest thing ever.

As I glance down at my clock I notice it stop. It stops there at 8 seconds. I look up wondering what could of happened. There he is, in the middle of the road, with a car parked next to him. Blood, too much blood.

No, no, no. This can not be happening. He was supposed to be my soulmate. He was supposed to be mine. Why did this happen to me? Why me? All I wanted was a chance to be happy.

Hot tears running down my cheeks I slowly make my way over to him. I start to reach into his pocket, but stop for a second. No, I have to do this. I reach into his pocket and I pull out his wallet. I take a deep breath, and I open it.

"Aaron," I breathe out slowly, "I love you."