Soulmate debate
O is for only you-Cristina/Owen-PG
For my soulmate, ironically.
“Do you believe in soulmates?”
Owen glanced up from the book he was reading with a smile. “I’m guessing you don’t.”
She shrugged. “I think the whole concept is stupid. Like, you only get one chance, with one person? That’s ridiculous. I mean, you fall in love when you’re like…15. And it doesn’t work out, because seriously? That never works out. So say that person’s your soulmate and you’re just screwed because you have crappy timing? I mean, that’s just…who wants that?”
He frowned. “I think some people need to believe in some kind of big, extraordinary love.”
“Because people are stupid,” she muttered.
He laughed. “You’re such a romantic.”
“I’m a realist. I think that…I loved Burke. He was the first person I ever really…and he left. And I thought that I wouldn’t have that again, maybe, I didn’t really want that again. And you came and pulled out my icicle and made me love you, and I love you more than I loved him.”
He smiled. “Maybe I’m your soulmate.”
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”
“No,” he said. “Not seriously.”
“Good,” she said, climbing into bed next to him. “I probably would have broken up with you.”
“Well I’m glad I dodged that one.”
“You should be.”
He wrapped an arm around her. “So is this your way of telling me you’ll love the next guy even more?”
“No,” she said, snuggling against him. “I don’t want there to be a next guy.” She paused. “I’m willing to be realistic and admit that there probably will be, but I’d be happy if it was just you. Only you. You know, forever.”
He smiled. “You asking me to get married?” he asked playfully.
“No,” she muttered. “I got left at the altar. I have issues. And you can be uncertain, so I don’t really see that happening.”
He nodded. “Noted. And I’m not uncertain, not any more. I’m all yours.”
She smiled. “Good, because you promised to be around in 40 years and I might just hold you to that.”
For my soulmate, ironically.
“Do you believe in soulmates?”
Owen glanced up from the book he was reading with a smile. “I’m guessing you don’t.”
She shrugged. “I think the whole concept is stupid. Like, you only get one chance, with one person? That’s ridiculous. I mean, you fall in love when you’re like…15. And it doesn’t work out, because seriously? That never works out. So say that person’s your soulmate and you’re just screwed because you have crappy timing? I mean, that’s just…who wants that?”
He frowned. “I think some people need to believe in some kind of big, extraordinary love.”
“Because people are stupid,” she muttered.
He laughed. “You’re such a romantic.”
“I’m a realist. I think that…I loved Burke. He was the first person I ever really…and he left. And I thought that I wouldn’t have that again, maybe, I didn’t really want that again. And you came and pulled out my icicle and made me love you, and I love you more than I loved him.”
He smiled. “Maybe I’m your soulmate.”
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”
“No,” he said. “Not seriously.”
“Good,” she said, climbing into bed next to him. “I probably would have broken up with you.”
“Well I’m glad I dodged that one.”
“You should be.”
He wrapped an arm around her. “So is this your way of telling me you’ll love the next guy even more?”
“No,” she said, snuggling against him. “I don’t want there to be a next guy.” She paused. “I’m willing to be realistic and admit that there probably will be, but I’d be happy if it was just you. Only you. You know, forever.”
He smiled. “You asking me to get married?” he asked playfully.
“No,” she muttered. “I got left at the altar. I have issues. And you can be uncertain, so I don’t really see that happening.”
He nodded. “Noted. And I’m not uncertain, not any more. I’m all yours.”
She smiled. “Good, because you promised to be around in 40 years and I might just hold you to that.”