My scars were being healed and the burns were replaced by new skin. I again felt beautiful after the horrendous three years of an excruciating relationship with someone I thought I loved. I was with an animal who treated me like another animal. Maybe even animals have better life I pondered sometimes. Given to the hopeless romantic I am, I thought one day a miracle would happen and my undying love for him will make him a human. Miracles always don’t happen for mysterious reasons of their own. Giving all my love to him, I was left a damaged body, an irreconcilable callus kink about men yet a faint hope lingered that one day, like in fairy tales, my prince charming will gallop by on a white mare, ask me for a ball and I would be the most beautiful princess.
Laughing over the thought and again drowning myself into depression, I started appalling my own body. Everything that once I loved, disgusted me now and it straight away started from my face to my bosoms to my thoughts. I despised myself. I gaoled myself from every happiness till I realised that I ain’t worth of all the pain. I was repairing my body, beautifying myself and doing what I love. Write. Little did I know that this love would pioneer my soulmate. Little did I know that my price charming would be an elderly jobless writer. No, he didn’t come on a mare, he was scribbled in my destiny.
It didn’t start like a normal conversation. No hii or hellos neither how are you or what are you doing. He was new to WordPress.
“I need some tips.” He texted. I wondered why would a genius need tips from me. Yes, he is called a genius at my home. The reason? He fared better than my elder sister in boards and also because he is one. My heart skipped a beat as the message flashed and even today on seeing him, I skip another.
Soulmates only existed in fairy tales till a beat fluttered and whispered, “He is the one.” He turned my life into a fairy tale. Redefining love to me, he made me a better person and now I glimpse eternity with him.
Three months and it feels I have known him forever. He is the one I want to grow up and grow old with. ‘I love you’ seems limiting our love, so we came up with, ‘I love Us.’ Living every moment, creating small stories and falling in love everyday, we discover ‘Us’ a little more. We are gifted with wonderful families who will support us through thick and thin.
When I freak out thinking about our future, he smiles and tells that we will have another story to write. Maybe that’s the perk of being with a writer, they metamorphose every adversity to prosperity. Someday, maybe after an year or two, we will walk down the aisle, hand in hand with the brightest smiles on our parents face and that day we will live another dream of ours.
I love you, Mr.Soulmate.