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Around the time I was 25, I’ve been getting my soulmate dreams, late for people to be getting them. My family was ecstatic when I told them about these dreams finally happening. Unfortunately, it was never so clear as to who my soulmate was. In the real world, my reality is black and white whereas in my dreams, they’re always in colour. Except her. Ma told me it was unusual to have dreams of colour as it was supposed to be the opposite. That way, we realized it’s them when we met them.
It always starts out the same. I’m on some boat. When I pass by mirrors, I’m much younger. It always looks like I’m on set for some TV show, kind of like Gossip Girl. I’m dressed all nice to the nine’s with a school uniform on. I walk around and I recognize no one, they mean nothing to me. Then in between all this technicolour, she stands there. She wasn’t in uniform like everyone else. She was in black and white, hair short but I couldn’t tell what colour it was. She was curvy, not that I’m opposed. She looked hella beautiful, enough to grab her by the hips and draw her to me instantly but she felt too far away. Where I stood, everywhere was in 4k, maybe in IMAX, but not her. She remained grainy, almost film like, delicate perhaps. She turns to me but her face is static. Seriously, literal static, like on the TV. I don’t know her face. Then the dreams stops.
This has left me worried that I’d never meet her at all and it was going to be meaningless if I held onto that silly dream. I’m 42 now. I’ve met a wonderful girl that I plan to marry. She’d already met her soulmate but somehow it didn’t work out for her. Alba has become someone special to me but something keeps tearing me apart inside that I can feel is connected to my soulmate somehow. I keep those feelings locked away in the back of my mind and hopefully forever.