Love on time

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In my family, it's a "tradition" to wrap something around your wrist and to never look at it. Ever.
I have never seen the numbers on my wrist, my mom changes the piece of fabric while I close my eyes.
My family doesn't believe in the numbers. They believe you should trust in yourself, in your feelings. They say that if you're going to meet your soulmate, you don't need numbers to know. I don't know what to think of that.
I have been together with John for four years now. I do love him, but there's a strange feeling deep inside of me. Is he my real soulmate? The urge to look underneath the fabric grows and grows every day. But looking feels like betrayal.