Soul Mate
Conversation over sushi.
Her friend: Do you think soulmates really do exist? Because I’m starting to think we just find what works the best and make due.
His friend: I think we trick ourselves into believing we’ve found a soulmate because we’re too in denial to admit we’re just settling.
Him: I’ve found my soulmate, but life just won’t allow us to be together.
Her heart sank 10,000 leagues under the sea. Her ears popped from the change in pressure. A cinder block of guilt was tied around her. Soulmate. No she was not his soulmate. He thinks she’s not with him because life won’t allow it. Because she’s committed and happy. The truth is, even if she were single she wouldn’t want to be with him. If only this summer hadn’t happened. If only she’d exercised some self-control. If only she didn’t cherish the way it felt when he stroked her ego. The reflection of herself in his eyes, that was all she came even close to loving about him. And now his soulmate. How disgustingly sad for him.
She shoved a rainbow roll in her mouth so she didn’t have to speak. The conversation turned by the time she swallowed. Soulmate. She excused herself, went outside, and called hers. He didn’t know he was there.
