Connecting.... are you there?

Prolonged Prologue

    There it is again. The small tug on my pinkie. Not small enough to be single thread, but not large enough to be a rope. No, it's more of a string. An angry red string that criss-cross against my whole right arm. I never question its presence, I merely except it's existence.

    Mayhap it's for the best. That the world will never know of the string that attaches itself to two people. In all my years of watching it, I never saw it broke, never seen it being acknowledged, with me as an exception, of course. One can never be too sure of how it works. My string also has never shown any signs of wear and tear. I never knew when I started to see them, and whether or not I remembered a time that I didn't see them.

    The strings are in a variety of different patterns and knots all with the same purpose; to connect two people destined for the other, across time, across space. No matter how big the distance is between them. Not even in death. I once saw a man with his string, black and battered connected to a gravestone. I asked him about the grave. Turns out, it was his dead lover. Poor man. Never being able to see his lover ever again in the living world. It's heart-wrenching to see someone you know will never be able to love fully.

    I sometimes see people who aren't connected got together, married and have kids. A lot of them that got together broke off before they tied the knot through. Sometimes I find it funny, never sensing how the other felt about you, going out of their way to even have a little interaction with the other everyday. 

    The strings, I realise later in life, were never made to complete a person by giving them another person. No, it was merely a connection to a person who will help you to be a better person, a better friend, a better partner. One can live without the other, never meeting them in their lifetime, but living in a less satisfying life than if they were to meet. Wouldn't it be crazy, if you see a person, someone who is completely different to you, is connected to you by this (literal) string of fate?

I'll tell you what would happen. This is my story.