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      My soul mate


One morning, when my mother went shopping at a local flea market, she stumbled upon a book called "Caribbean for Dummies." Unfortunately, it was over $20, a price she considered too high for such an item. But the vendor surprised her and offered an incredible bargain, the book for only $4.00! Of course she took it and ran home to see what she could do with it. After pulling a few strings, I managed to get off from work and he next thing you know, my mother, brother, step-father, and myself were on our way to Puerto Rico for a six day, five night stay at a beautiful resort called Condado Plaza.

On the fifth day, August 3 2001, we headed out to the humid rain forrest called El Yunque. After sweating like crazy and trudging around the forrest for hours, we decided to return to the hotel. We all went to the pool, where I fell asleep for a while. When I woke up, around four o'clock, my family was gone and I was toasted from the sun. I groggily stumbled back to my room to take a shower.

As I climbed in, hair all nappy from the pool water and skin crimson from the sun, someone opened my door! I gasped because I was standing there in my birthday suit and told whoever it was to hold on. I grabbed the nearest article to cover myself - a towel - and rushed to the door. I flung it open, forgetting my appearance. And there stood the most handsome man I had ever seen; tall, deep brown eyes, dark brown hair, slender build - my heart pounded.

"May I check your mini-bar?" Those were the first words he ever said to me.

We hit it off immediately; he even accompanied my family to dinner and even bought us wine from a local shop. My mother, who is very softly spoken but strongminded and stubborn about boys that I meet, loved him instantly. So he and I spent the rest of the evening together, wandering around the hotel grounds.

We walked to the bridge and stood there holding hands for a few minutes; his stare was intense. Then he asked in his quiet, sexy voice, "May I kiss you?" For that moment in my life, the only thing I was aware of, were his soft lips. It could have lasted a second, it could have lasted ten minutes, but it didn't matter.

The next day, when I was leaving, he told me something I have never forgotten, "I could see myself falling in love with you. Don't forget that because we are going to be together." We exchanged addresses and phone numbers quickly; he kissed me one last time, as the elevator closed, separating us.

But fortunately, it doesn't end like that. We kept in touch and seven months later, I went to see him in Puerto Rico again, under the guise of a cruise with my college girlfriends. We spent ten wonderful days together in a lovely hotel called Villa del Sol. He proposed to me after a perfect day in San Juan on March 9th, 2002.

After that visit, he began working to come up to Pennsylvania (my home state) so we could be closer together. Three months later, he was there.

Now, two years later, we are married and happier than ever. He joined the United States Marine Corps and although we do not live together, we couldn't be closer in our hearts. I know I married my soul mate; there were a million little things that had to happen in order for us to meet, a phenomenon too great to simply be called chance. We always enjoy remembering all the things that came together for us to meet; for example, he never worked on Fridays, but was called in last minute to work; he nearly skipped my room because he was tired from a long day and he was already technically off the clock anyway; if I had not headed to my room when I did or if I was already in the shower, we would have never met; if my mom didn't buy the book, my family and I would have never gone to Puerto Rico.... all these little things and a million more details lined up to bring us together.


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