Dear soulmate, who forgot me.

Chapter 3

Jason, its January 21, 2015. And all I do lately is cry. I miss you, and talking to you. It's funny because the only person I wanted to talk about this issue was you, and I couldn't.

My dad knocked in my room. "Come in." I said, my voice cracking and my nose stuffy. I hate the winters. I hate that this happened to you. My dad had a plate on his hand with grilled cheese on it. "Bel, you got to get out and go to class, you missed the last few days." His voice was calming, not as much as yours would be, right in that moment. I sat up on the bed, "dad I can't.."

"You have to be strong. Strong for you, strong for Jason." All I could think about was you all wired up on that hospital bed, and your beautiful face all scratched up, and your hand broken. And how scared you looked to see me.

"I can't dad.." that made me cry ever more. My eyes felt puffy, and they probably were. Writing the letters to you only made me cry more. I couldn't help but think, what if I never got back my soulmate. I can't picture you or me with anyone else.

"Isabel! Please! You have to go to class and live your life. Jason is healing at the hospital." I eyed my old man. " when will I heal?" And my dad hugged me. His strong arms, not as strong as yours because you go to the gym a lot, but they were comforting. My dad left the grilled cheese sandwich on the night stand, and he left.

So I wrote the second letter of our "hangout."

It was 12:50 p.m. On a cloudy summer morning in Indiana. I didn't go inside the animal shelter, because I wanted you to come out and see me.

So the clock started ticking faster, every minute. While those minutes passed, I figured it was a joke you did with Leah. At 12:05 p.m. I was going to leave, but the door opened. And out came a handsome Jason. A face I figured I would see once in a while, but we ended up being engaged, but that's another story.

So, you came out, looking tired. You smiled when you saw me. You sat next to me on the sidewalk. "Hey" you said. "Hello" I said back and then I said, "did you have s rough day?"
You sighed and said, "it was, until I saw you here." You grinned eagerly. I had always admired that you were such a happy person. My face once again, turned pink "wow same here buddy.." I said, looking at the parking lot. You made me nervous, and you still do. And you gasped and said, "are you friend zoning me?"

"Uh I didn't know this was a date, I thought we were just hanging out." I said, in my defense. "Well, now I'm going to ask you on a date." I eyed you. You were so confident, so easy going. Everything that I wasn't. You're truly my other half.

"Okay. So ask me." I said. You raised your bushy light brown eyebrow and said, "let's get to know each other first, why are you trying to lure me with a stranger." You laughed. Your sarcasm does annoy me, but I wouldn't have it any other way. "Oh right.." I said. And then you said, "20 questions, the legit game where we answer real questions and tough ones, too."

"How many siblings do you have?" You asked. I eyed you "this one is so hard.." I returned your sarcasm. You laughed, you head tilted back and I watched as the dirty blonde curls moved back and forth, and you said, "it's a beginner question..now answer Isabel!" You joked.

"Three. Two little ones, a girl and a boy. Ana and Joseph. And an older one named Anthony." I said. You nodded, and then said, "so if I were to break your heart, your siblings would beat me up?" We laughed together. "I have two older sisters. They're married and stuff, I only see them on holidays. Ellen is 32. Jocelyn is 28." You said.

"What's your worst memory?" I asked. You raised an eyebrow, "wow, now you're talking. These are good questions Isabel..okay, my worst memory would have to be when my grandmother died. I was 15. I remember that my sisters came to pick me up at school, and they had been crying, but they wouldn't tell me what was wrong. They always ignored me. They were always cold towards me, but I got used to it. But never in a million years would I have imagined that it my grandma died. She was the sweetest, most caring human being in the world. She died of old age, by the way." You said, crossing your arms over your chest, "your turn.." I couldn't think of any at the time. But if we were to play the game right now, I would say that you couldn't remember me, and that shattered my world.

"Pass. Nothing too bad has happened to me, I haven't lost anyone or anything.." I said that day.

"Next question, will you give me your number? My break is about to be over.." you said. And I did give you my number that day Jason.

So we texted after you got out of work.

Jason: Next Question
Me: okay
Jason: Will you go out with me on Saturday?
Me: okay

I felt like Hazel Grace when she'd say okay to Augustus. But you didn't say it back, but I didn't care. I had a cute guy all over me.

So on Saturday night, I got dressed up. I was wearing a maroon dress that you loved so much. I curled my long brown hair. And I wore small heels. I waited for you to pick me up. I was so nervous. I wondered if I over did it with my outfit. Ana would walk by me and eye me.

There was a knock at the door, and I jumped because I was so nervous. "Mom! I'm leaving!" I yelled at the bottom of the stairs and walked towards the door and opened it. You were wearing a baby blue button down shirt, and khakis that did wonders to your body. You looked handsome. "Wow." You said, your eyes all over me. And then you said, "I mean, you look beautiful, Isabel." You had flowers on your hands. "These are for you." You said, and I took them. "Thank you." I was so nervous, so I Left them by the door, and I closed it.

You led me to your 2007 Chevrolet Tahoe. "That's my baby." You said as we got to the vehicle. You opened the door of the passenger side. You grinned eagerly and said, "I'm old fashioned." I got into the he truck. And watched as you went around and got onto the drivers side.

We drove to Olive Garden in silence. However, once we got there, you parked your precious vehicle. And you turn to look at me, "I barely know you, but I think we're going to get married." And I was so shocked, all I could do, well the dumbest thing to do, was laugh. So that's what I did. And you ended up laughing with me.

Baby boy. Jason, I hate that truck now. It's completely destroyed.

And one last thing love, you always know what you want and you go for it. And you were determined to marry the girl who casually walked into Coldstone alone on a Wednesday night. And now, I'm determined to marry the boy who was once a stranger scooping my icecream. Even if you did forget me.

I love you. I'll tell you all about our date on the next letter.