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a soulmark, a lock and a flower.

When you ask someone what they connect with their soulmate, they’ll usually tell you the name of a flower - some common ones, others extremely specific. This is only to be expected - after all, that flower is the thing that linked them to their soulmate when they met. You see, everyone (or, well, most people) has a soulmark that appears when they first lock eyes with their soulmate. There’s a wide range of varieties - some people have a tiny snowdrop on their wrist, about the size of a fingernail, while others have entire rose bushes wrapping around their arms, circling their body and showing everyone exactly what their soulmark is. But all soulmarks have something in common - they’re almost never the same. Only a person’s soulmate (or soulmates, in some cases) has a matching flowery soulmark on their body.

People have different views on soulmates, of course. Some people believe soulmates are useless, and that relationships should be built naturally, not just based off a flower on people’s bodies. Others, however, think soulmates are the best thing in the world, and build their whole life around wanting to meet and be with them.

Well, it’s not that simple. Of course, the first flower I connected with my soulmate was a sunflower - it was only natural. I connect sunflowers with the tingling feeling I felt when I first locked eyes with my soulmate; that tingle that started on a point right above my heart and around it; my heartbeat speeding up as a smile appeared on my face and the tingling spread into the long, thin petals of the sunflower it was becoming. I connect sunflower with that tingling; with the gentleness of our meeting; how it wasn’t like two meteors crashing together, but more like a leaf dropping into a stream - a gentle splash into slowly trickling water, causing ripples around it that would eventually become something so much more. Like a lock finally finding it's key in the form of a flower. I connect them with the innocence, the fragility of our beginnings. I connect them with the loyalty we’ve felt towards each other ever since that one moment.

I think of daisies on our chests and pear blossoms in our hair and bouvardia and primroses in the pots next to our front door and tulips in the garden outside and begonias in the vase in the living room and myrtle on our kitchen counter, the scent of lavender in our bedroom, and the sunflower sitting so gracefully on the lock of our home. I think of all the things I associate with them, of enthusiasm and fancifulness and love and happiness and home , and I smile and think I could never be happier with anyone else.
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