When I turned eighteen, the light violet lines of fate started to appear on my wrist. By the time my eighteenth year had come to a close, the lines had become more prominent, revealing a half moon.
This was my soul marker. Soul markers are what appear on your body the day you turn eighteen. Someone, anywhere in the world, receives the same tattoo the day they turn eighteen; they appear on your soul mate. Some people meet, some never do, some hate each other and some fall deeply in love. It's very strange, but that's how today's world works.
I spent my entire college career searching for my soul mate. It wasn't easy, and I had a few run-ins but the tattoos never matched exactly. It was frustrating. By the time I graduated college, three of my friends had found their matches, and although I was very happy for them, I couldn't help but feel left out. Plus, my parents wouldn't stop bothering me about looking harder, like it was my fault that my soul mate was non-existent.
So I set out to look. And not just in my hometown of Staten Island. Nope. I expanded my horizons, travelled a bunch, visited a million places. I met some amazing people, had some really fun times but never found the "one". Then it was time to grow up, to put my hard earned degree to good use; figured I'd try my luck in the work place.
I applied to over three dozen jobs. Four called me back. Only one asked me to return for a second interview. That place hired me on the spot. The name of the company was HardWire, one of the biggest record companies in the world. The job was perfect: I loved music and their headquarters was based right here in New York City, a quick ferry stop away. I spent six months there before everything changed. Before they relocated me to London. Before I met him.