And they lived happily ever after.

The End.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong but isn't that how every fairy-tale ends? With the boy and the girl realising how much they love each other and finding a way to be together despite all odds? It's stupid. Because how many of us can honestly say that this has happened to us in our lives? How many of us can say that we've bumped into 'him' while carrying hot coffee and bonded while cleaning ourselves up? Well, my life is sort of like that…sort of.

You see, I was the girl next door.

No, not the one who takes her bra off while the cute guy in the window next to hers stares in awe; I was on the other side. I was the girl with the braces who watched the guy watching the girl next door. I was the girl with the solar system diorama. I was the girl with the overalls and the pig tails, singing along to Barbara Streisand. I was your typical, every day geek. Then I graduated hell (high school, as the rest of you may know it), learnt how to brush my hair and became a magazine columnist to tell all of you the real story of love.

You may not know it, but somewhere there is a girl with a gift. Just by touching your hand, she can see your soul mate. She sees who you are meant to be with and she plans how you're going to meet them. Just the other day, a man at the train station dropped all of his papers and she helped him pick them up, by passing them to him, she touched his hand and saw his soul mate. She then planned, in that split second, for him to miss the train he was supposed to catch so that he could get on the one that she was on. There would be no other seats, apart from one next to her. The train would get stuck and they would be on there 15 minutes longer than they should have been, he will begin the conversation and the rest is history.

Doesn't sound real does it? But I know this for a fact…I know this because, I'm her. I am that girl. Call me crazy, but chances are if you are happily in love – it's because of me.

You're welcome.

I'm not sure when it began, or how for that matter but I do know that my mother gave me the gift and my grandmother had passed it down to her. It's not all bad. I didn't get it until I was in my senior year of high school so at least I got to live a childhood romance-free.

I would laugh when I accidently touched some jocks hand and saw that his soul mate was someone he hadn't even met yet. She was a florist who had an allergic reaction to peanuts. I decided they should meet at college. I hadn't done this long and was majorly lacking some creativity skills so I basically had him walk into the wrong class and after realising he was in the wrong room, he went to turn back out through the door and whacked into her. I saw it in a movie once I think. Last I heard, they're happily married.

What sucks though is touching someone's hand and seeing that they are with the wrong person. They are married to the wrong person. Some of them even have kids with the wrong person! Or I'll help a girl up and see that she's perfect for this really nice guy – but it turns out she's already in a relationship…with a guy who hits her. It sucks. I'm not one for breaking a marriage or a relationship for that matter. I would never do that! Ever.

That leads us to where my story actually begins….

"I need a copy of that story on my desk in ten minutes Rachel" screamed a tall, thin woman as she walked past Rachel and into her office.

"I know you do Beth but I'm not done yet!" replied Rachel.

"If you weren't the reason why our sales sky-rocket each week I would have you fired for that back-talk."

Rachel continued to edit the final touches to her column so she could hand them to Beth, her boss and go about her day.

After printing her three page expose' on why women are just as afraid of commitment as men, she realised something.

"Beth, I want to do something great. Not just these silly little columns anymore. I want to find out what the people of New York think on love. What age does it begin? What time in your life does love stop being a myth and become reality! I want to know. Please! I'll have it written for next month's issue I swear to god."

"Sounds good Rachel," Beth said, unenthused.

"But Beth, please! I know that…..did you just say yes?" Rachel was shocked. Beth never let her design her own column story lines. They were always given to her.

"Sure did. Get cracking." Said Beth, taking a slow sip of her coffee.

"Thank you! Oh, thank you Beth", screamed Rachel as she ran out of the office to make notes on what could become the best column she's ever written.