I didn’t believe in soulmates for the longest time. How could two people be meant for each other? Two out of seven… eight billion people! That just can’t be right. Right?
We met in first grade, set up playdates, joined the same soccer team, and circled around the same group of friends. So yeah, we were together a lot, but how could I have known there was something more to it? Then I moved to a different school and you moved to a different country. From 5th to 7th grade we talked once a year. But even during all that time spent apart, I don’t think we ever drifted completely.
And you moved back. High school began. Our groups of friends from years ago began slowly falling back into place. It was like a magnetic force was pulling us back together. It didn’t come immediately, but soon enough we began to find comfort in each other. “I’m having a bad day.” “Text me!” “Omg I got accepted!” “Yay! I’m so proud of you!”
If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have even ended up at Pitt. I probably would’ve gone to a state school, surrounded by the same high school cliques that made us feel uncomfortable for so many years. But now we’re living less than 3 minutes away from each other. Instead of playdates, I can count on you for a quick coffee date or even a cute sleepover in one of our apartments. Apartments! When did we get to the age where we’re living in our own apartments? Didn’t I meet you yesterday?
I’m so grateful for you, and I definitely believe in soulmates now. <3