The One With The Spider Tattoo

Prologue

Soulmate.

What comes to mind when you hear the word, Soulmate ?

When faced with that question, most would talk about a person who challenges you like no one else before. Someone who makes you happy and will stop at nothing to make sure you have a smile on your face.  Someone who makes you a better person...

Someone who loves you unconditionally.

However, when I hear the word Soulmate, I seem to think of opposite things. I don't think of all happy and all that lovey dovey crap people lose their shit over.

For example, I would much rather spend my life alone, no limits, nothing holding me back... living life to the fullest as some would say. While others, would rather spend their life with the person that they love most.

Soulmates are a choice.

You can choose to love someone, or you can choose not to.

But in my world...

We don't have that choice.

Confused? Let me explain.

Every person has a Soulmate.

When you are born, you have a little tattoo that you share with someone else. And that person is your Soulmate. Some have tattoo in the shape of a arrow on their thigh, while others may have one as simple as a rectangle on their shoulder.

For most people, Soulmates are all that they think about. People dream of the day that they get to meet the person they are destined to be with. Some of those crazy obsessed people, even spend days, weeks, even months searching for their Soulmate.

Searching for their other half.

It's not a uncommon occurrence.

Hell, even when I walk down the street I have random people rushing up to me, asking what my tattoo was... And each time they get disappointed.

Me on the other hand... I am filled with joy when I find out I haven't met my Soulmate.

If you couldn't already tell, I think Soulmates are complete bullshit.

The idea of even getting within 100 feet of my Soulmate makes me want to puke.

From day one it's always been like that. I just never got excited over my tattoo like others. My parents tried their hardest to change my opinion on my Soulmate, but nothing ever worked. Everytime I would come home, happy as can be, they would get their hopes up that maybe I met my Soulmate... but they were always disappointed.

So, after years and years of trying, my parents finally gave up on me looking for my Soulmate. They let me move on, allowing me to live my life how I wanted to, not how the universe wanted me to.

But as I got older, things started to change. I sill came off as a Soulmate hating teenager... truth be told, I do sometimes think about what my life would be like if I met my Soulmate, or even bothered to make an effort to find them.

When I go to bed, sometimes I just lay there and look up at the worn down paint on my bedroom ceiling, as my fingers rub over the Spider tattoo that currently sits on my wrist...

Waiting for it's other half.