SOUL MATE

According to Greek Mythology, Zeus became aware of the power of humans. In order to keep them from realising their power, he split the combined human into males and females, condemning them to search for their other half - their soul mate - throughout their entire existence.

I was born with a tattoo, a specific tattoo. However, I was not the only one with this tattoo on my wrist. Another person, somewhere on this earth, was walking around with the exact same one on their wrist. I did not know who this person was. I did not know where this person was. I didn't know anything about this person, other than the fact that I was supposed to be with him. He was the person I was perfect with. He was my other half; my missing half. He was my soul mate.

But what happens when you, on an early spring night, meet that one person? What happens when you despise the person you're supposed to be with? What happens when you loathe the person you're perfect with? What happens when your other half - your missing half, is as bipolar as can be? What happens when you, on an early spring night, meet your soul mate?