a world where you can learn your soulmate, but it comes at a price: when a soulmate is revealed to one of the partners, the other partner is denied access to the information - if you know your soulmateâs name, they canât know yours.Â
sixteen year old girls showing up with hopeful eyes only to have the woman in a mustard sweater hand over the empty folder with an apologetic smile. âsorry, theyâve claimed your pair already,â she says. sixteen year old girls who find two names in their folders and add âpolyâ to their sexuality label. sixteen year olds who havenât come out of the closet, only to have their parents see the name and be faced with a world of trouble.
frat boys who try to play the same âyouâre her, youâre finally herâ every night. girl squads who roll their eyes. frat boys who really meet the one on the floor of a dance party and feel their heart slam against their ribs and say âyouâre her, youâre finally her,â and the terrible realization theyâll never be able to convince her.
a boy being nineteen and falling for his girlfriend lying about it. being nineteen and completely in love with her when she meets the real one. he doesnât know if he could ever trust anyone again, until he meets the guy who would become his best friend. he gets married in a chapel and on the wedding night his husband whispers, âyou know itâs me, donât you?â and he says, âof courseâ because even though he doesnât know, he knows.
new-age lovers who donât go for their folders, have no idea if their partner has claimed their heart. they find their soulmates (of course they both wouldnât go for it - theyâre the same in that way) the âold-fashionedâ way. a poetâs way, all full of dark romance and hope and the terrible horrible possibility theyâre giving up something precious - some of them caving and shaking as they stand in the waiting room at four in the morning because they fell and they fell hard and they need to know and holding the closed folder in their hand and terrified of what they might find in there and being too scared to open it.
dating as a completely casual game before you find âthe one,â people who swear off dating because you have to âsave it,â religions forming ideas around whether soul-mate marriages are the only ones accepted or if all love is still love even if itâs not sanctioned by a folder.Â
you at fourteen with the folder in your hand, staring at their face and with shaky hands. the problem is: if you chase them, what if you ruin it by not letting nature take itâs course? what if you were supposed to meet at a specific time and in a specific place or else your souls wonât be ready for each other? what if because you donât chase them, you never meet? you, at fourteen, faced with the fact you have to choose between going out and forcing fateâs hand or trusting your heart with something that might not even exist (but then, if fate doesnât exist, how do soulmates? but then, what if believing they are your soulmate makes this person - who is just ideally compatible - your soulmate? because you become desperate to keep them, because you work for it, because you believe  it? you are fourteen, and your mind is spinning eighty miles a minute and now youâre not even sure you want to meet them). you, at fourteen, looking at the face of the person youâre supposed to love and thinking: i donât know you at all. you at fourteen, thinking: i canât wait to meet you, and i hope iâm good enough.
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