Time Again

My Sort of Past Story Thing

"Hi I'm Geneva and I'm 497 years old."

That was the first thing I said to my roommate three years ago. Now Theo, my roommate, was a bit surprised at the news but knew that despite how young I looked, I haven't kissed or met my soulmate yet. See in my world, you remain the look of a 25 year old (don't age or grow old just a 25 year old looking immortal) until you have kissed your soulmate. Once you kissed your soulmate, a tattoo appears on your back. The tattoo on the other hand is a picture of your soulmate's zodiac sign. It's all complicated if you ask me.

Now Theo on the other hand kissed a person who's not his soulmate but he's in love with them. He's not sure if they feel the same way for him but he's hoping. Theo is 75 years old which means he was born in the year 1940. I on the other hand I was born in the year 1515. Yeah old but it still doesn't beat the world record which was 5,879 years before they met their soulmate.

My parents were not rich or anything but my mother was a merchant and my father was a farmer. I would help on the land and help sell the food we grew. We had animals but we never killed them since we ate them when they died of old age or if they died of a disease we burned their bodies. Two of my favorite animals we had were Spot, our cow, and Mandirigma, our horse. Mandirigma means warrior in Tagalog. My father was half Chinese and half Filipino. My mother was French though but spoke English (as well as French of course). So I knew how to speak four languages as I grew up with my parents. They were truly meant to be. They barely got into fights and they sang as they work or just any time. When we worked on the land we all sang together. Sometimes in French other times in Tagalog.

When I turned 25 my parents let me go into the town more often and later than usual. They really wanted grandchildren but what they didn't know was that I didn't know if I liked girls or boys or just no one at all. Don't get me wrong it wasn't like I dated but as the years went on the older my parents got. My father was 69 when my mom met/kissed him while my mom was 78. They both died when they looked about 87. I was 68 when they both passed. When they died I worked on the land from sun up to almost sun down and went to the market every weekend to sell the food. The year 1615 I sold the farm and moved to France with the animals since my cousins on my mom's side died and wanted to give me the land they had so I could look over their children who haven't kissed their soulmates yet. 300 years later I moved to the America since I was tired of living in France. Another 100 years later here we are in the University of Phoenix. I'm studying to be a marine biologist because why not. It's not like I'm every going to kiss or meet my soulmate anytime soon.

But I was mistaken cause very soon I met them two semesters before I graduated from college.

Hi it's random_writer! I hope you enjoyed the first part of this story. Let me know if you have any questions so far of this story in the Conversations section on my profile. This story by the way is place in the year 2015. Until next time, see ya!

-random_writer