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penned with passion.
Soulmate
Love is like a jigsaw of sorts. The pieces need to fall into all the right places. Only then can the whole montage of love be completed. However, many a time the right piece to complete the puzzle is so hard to find yet so easy to lose. How do I know this? Well, let’s just say that ive been through enough.
It always begins with a glance. A moment when eyes meet, followed by a brief fluttering of hearts. The all-too-familiar notion of love at first sight. Very often, lust or physical attraction is often misconstrued with love. However, from the moment my gaze met hers, I knew that nothing in the world would ever stop me from being with her.
Her name was Sarah. The butterflies in my stomach would have their own butterflies at the mere mention of her name. Those two syllables formed my favorite word in the entire world. I was sure of it. She was an arts student, a freshman, who studied in the same university as I did. I would often see her sitting alone in the campus garden, with her sketchbook in front of her. Very soon, whatever she was observing would be transcribed onto her sketchbook; vibrant, detailed and blazing with life-like intensity. Her talent only served to leave me more enamored with her.
In my senior year, I finally plucked up the courage to ask her on a date. She was surprised at first, but my shy demeanor enthralled her. She said yes. And thus began the best six months of my life. We shared a common love for the movies and quiet evenings at the beach. We must have watched hundreds of sunsets during our time together, but each one was always special in its own way. Though having not met before, we seemed to be able to know what the other was thinking. Conversations always ended up with either one of us completing the other’s sentences. Dinners were partaken without having to refer to the menu; we knew each other’s food preferences instinctively. In short, it was as if we had known each other for all our lives. I was truly, madly, deeply in love with her. As she was with me.
Or so I thought.
I will never forget that day. Upon further reminiscence, other events in the day seemed to me like a blur. However, I will always remember that scene in the library. I was doing some research for my final term paper. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flicker of movement, followed by a laughter which I knew all too well. Curiosity drove me to follow the source of it into the archives section. What I saw behind the ancient teak door shattered my life in an instant. The girl of my dreams, my soulmate, my girlfriend was locked in a tight embrace with another boy. Her lips, which once whispered sweet nothings in my ear, were firmly attached to his. I was stunned, my legs firmly rooted to the ground. I felt as if I had been punched in the gut, and all the air had been driven out of me. My heart hurt as if a knife had been stabbed into it and twisted by the hilt. The effect was so great, that I doubled over, gasping for air as my long-dormant asthma came out of its remission. I fainted there and then.
Hospitals seem to have an aura of death hanging over them. Feelings of dread and loss lurk in every shadow and corner of the wards; beneath the sterile and sanitized exterior, a hospital is not really a place one would enjoy being in. I awoke feeling no different. It was as if my heart had died there and then. “You’re fi..n..ally awake… I wa..s so wo..r..ried for you…” a quavering voice warbled past my ear. I wanted to scream, to chase her away, but deep down, I still loved her. I attempted to put on my best contemptuous face, but only succeeded in looking like a sick puppy. But her next words cut the deepest. “I’m sorry, I just don’t have feelings for you anymore. We should stop seeing each other.” I could see the guilt written all over her face, a face I once adored and worshipped. As she walked out the door, I wept…
And so, my readers, this is my sad tale. I am documenting my story with hopes that my actions will be understood. I just hope that the rest of the world will not vilify me for what ive done.
I put down the pen, and closed my eyes in deep thought. As I sit here, Sarah looks at me through glassy, listless eyes. Her porcelain features are just as beautiful as I remembered them to be. Pity that she is dead. Her hands hang limply by the bedside; those deft fingers which once intertwined with mine now lay lifeless, never to caress my skin ever again. Her pale complexion is only marred by drops of her own crimson blood. The knife which carried out the dark deed is still in my hands. “We were meant to be together, my twin soul, my one and only…” I blabbered, completely lucid, yet mad at the same time. A glint of steel, the piercing of flesh, heartbeat ebbing away and finally, the darkness consuming me….
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