My Love ✔️

A rough start

As soon as one is born into the world, they have a mark on their wrist. One particular symbol that is different for every pair of soulmates. It's a very beautiful thing, it unites two beings into one, two souls entwined together, a sign of love, of support and respect.

The only downside is that the older you get, the mark fades until it disappears entirely. Once it does disappear, you rely on the memory of what yours looks like and hope to feel the connection with your soulmate, for them to believe you, that you once too wore the mark.

His name is Felix and he's twenty-seven years old. His mark disappeared last year and he feared he would never meet his soulmate, that is, until he met me. He never showed me any proof, but I didn't really mind, I myself never thought of taking my mark in picture so who was I to judge. I'm a nobody, I don't see why he would lie.

He was so happy to see that I have the same mark as he did and so he courted me the natural way until finally, a few months later, he officially asked me to become his girlfriend. He was so sweet, so I obviously agreed, he was my soulmate, how could I refuse him?

They do say that soulmates can feel the connection even if the mark is faded into nothingness, but to be honest, I don't really know what it's supposed to feel like. I never felt the pull they speak of, I don't feel like it's necessary to love. Maybe it's just something they create to make us believe into magic, but to me, just feeling at ease and in love with him is enough.

Still, I wanted to wait before completing the bond, before allowing our lips to touch, to form the bond that would unite us forever. It felt normal to me, I wanted to know him better, to feel ready.

I look at the time on my phone and decide to go get some coffee at the nearest bakery. I could go surprise Felix with his favorite drink and we could maybe hang out today, I think to myself with a smile. I change into comfortable clothes, going for some short sleeves since the weather is so warm, put on my shoes and grab my purse and keys before heading to the door.

I search my purse one last time to make sure I'm not forgetting anything and go outside. I lock the door and head to the elevator while humming a little melody that just made its way into my head. I quickly pull out my phone from my pocket and open the recording application. I press the button to the first floor and continue humming until the doors open in front of me and I leave the building to start walking down the streets towards the bakery.

One satisfied, I close the app and shove my phone back where it was with a smile. This could make a great song, I'd need to work on it later today. I compose songs in my free time for fun, I have a whole bunch of them, but no lyrics. I never really felt the need to, I just prefer creating melodies.

Felix has been trying to push me to sell them though. He keeps saying that he knows people who would be interested, that they would pay a good amount for them, but I don't know. They feel so personal, getting rid of them feels like getting rid of a part of me. I've asked him many times to drop the subject, that I'll tell him once I'm confident enough, but it always ends up in him sighing loudly and turning his back to me with a pout.

That's an attitude I never really understood. Why does he act like that, what does he have to gain from me selling my songs? They're mine, not his.

I shake my head. Just focus on the positive, other than that, he's a real love. I stop in front of the bakery to see a long line waiting outside. Well, this happens from time to time, I guess that special worker is here today.

A very good looking man, every girls seems to be in love with him, purposefully showing him their mark in case they would be his soulmate since his mark faded.