My Soulmate: Fiction by Kalyee Srithnam

“Hey, I’m Brian,” he said as he walked into the coffee shop. It was a small, independent place in Brooklyn, and I was working behind the counter.

I had just turned 21, and I was living in Brooklyn with my cat, Snickers. I worked at the coffee shop to pay the rent and I was going to school part-time. Brian was 29 and worked in finance. He came into the coffee shop every day around 9am and we would talk for a while. Sometimes we would work on crosswords together or play chess on our phones.

One day, Brian asked me out on a date. “Sure,” I said.

We went to a small Italian restaurant in Brooklyn. I had pasta, and he had eggplant Parmesan. He was very chatty and funny and made me feel like I had known him for a long time.

After dinner, we walked around the city and talked. It was a warm night, and Brian held my hand.

We stopped in a small park and sat on the swings. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and got lost in the moment. He ran his hand through my hair and kissed me again. Then he stopped, looked at me and said, “Do you want me?

“Yes,” I said.

He kissed me again and then stopped again. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said again. We kissed some more and then he took me back to my apartment.

A month after that first date, Brian told me he loved me. We were sitting in the park, on the same swings where we had first kissed.

I have always believed in the old adage, “Life is too short not to live it.” However, I never thought that I would have this much fun living my life. Brian and I spent our first night together. I brought Brian home to my apartment in Brooklyn for our first night together. We were both excited and nervous, but it was magical.

We talked and laughed until the wee hours of the morning, getting to know each other better. And when the time came for bed, we just couldn’t resist exploring each other further.

As we danced, Brian and I began to touch each other more and more. Brian pulled me close and began kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we began making out. Brian’s hands were on my breasts and mine were on his.

Brian began to unbutton my blouse, and I pushed it off my shoulders. I unbuttoned his vest and pulled it off. As his vest fell to the floor, I kissed his muscular chest. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. I kissed his crotch, and his cock sprang to life.

I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off. My panties were next. Brian slid down to the floor, and kissed my pussy. He licked my clit, and I moaned. Brian’s tongue began to probe my pussy, and I could feel my orgasm building. I pressed Brian’s head harder into my pussy, and I came hard. Brian’s tongue continued to lick my pussy, until I came again. “Hey Brian,” I said, “do you want to fuck me?”

It was everything I had hoped for and more. We made love until the sun started peeking through the windows, then finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, completely content. I felt as if I was floating on a cloud. We moved in together two weeks later. The sex was even better. I felt as if I was flying.

Our relationship was new and exciting. We spent hours talking about our future together. We decided to get married in September. We talked about having children. We even discussed adopting. We decided to take a vacation to Spain, where we would spend a week touring the countryside. We planned to buy a house and fill it with our hopes and dreams.

We had a wonderful time in Spain. We fell in love with the culture and people. We rented a car and drove to Madrid. We stayed in a nice hotel, ate at wonderful restaurants and toured the city. We toured the countryside, as well. We went to museums, rode horses, ate tapas and fell in love. We even got married while we were there.

It was a fairy tale romance. We were two young people in love, living in the big city. Our life together was perfect.

But then, one day, Brian came home from work and told me he had been laid off. He was devastated. I tried to console him, but I could tell that he was deeply shaken. We talked about what we would do next. He said he would look for another job, but I could tell that his heart wasn’t in it. I suggested that we move out of the city, to a smaller town where we could start fresh. He agreed, and we started looking for a place to live.

We found a small house. We were very happy in our new home. But after a while, Brian started to change. He became distant and withdrawn. He stopped talking to me, and he would go for walks by himself. I didn’t know what was wrong, but I was worried about him.


“Why don’t you ever stop looking at me that way? Why do you keep staring at me?”

“Are you sure that you’re ready for this? If you’re not sure, we can wait.”

“Do you love me?”

“We’ll finish this later.”

“This could be the one.”

“I love you.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore.”

“It’s over.”


One day, Brian came home and told me that he wanted a divorce. He said that he wasn’t happy. I was heartbroken, but I agreed to the divorce. We sold the house and went our separate ways.

It’s been five years since Brian and I divorced. I still think about him every day. I wonder if he is happy and if he has found what he was looking for. But more than anything, I wonder if we will ever see each other again….

I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again.

He’s not coming home.

I sit on the park bench, alone. I sit in the park and cry. I think about the day we met, the day we got married, and the day he left me. I wonder if he ever thinks about me. I wonder if he remembers the good times we had together.

I get up from the bench and walk home. I know that our story is over, but I can’t help but hope that someday, somehow, we’ll find our way back to each other.

I wake up in the morning. I smile. I write the story. I write what happens next. I write.

I sit at my computer, and I write.

I’m writing the story of our love, our life and our future.

I’m writing the story of us. I write our story.

I’m writing the happy ending to our story. The one we deserve.

I write The End.

I have to keep living my life.


Kalyee Srithnam is a 25-year-old writer, sometime-model and erudite chocolate fiend, who loves unicorns and writing content that helps people feel seen. Follow her on Twitter.

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