I look at him. He's beautiful - but I could never say that, I'm restricted because my mind says, 'the time you two shall unite will come on its own', but I'm impatient and needy, naive and needy. The small, irregular (though irregular, I see nothing but beauty) birthmark is the same as the one behind my ear which tells me he's my soulmate. It's always been said that having the same birthmarks as another makes you soul mates. It must be true, my mother said so, and she never lies. I tell my mother many things, like the fact my classmate and I are soulmates. Similarly to my mind, she says when the time comes, we'll be united. Though still a child, my life goal is to wake up to a beautiful sunshine smile, bright blonde hair and a beautiful face in front of me.
Looking at him play around with his friends make me feel quite sad as I am different from them. I hope my differences from other children won't destroy my life goal. I may be quiet and mature than others of my age, but I'm still impatient and naive just like them. I may play alone, learn alone and walk alone, but I'm just like them! I have toys that I play with and childish things to do. Sometimes I would ask myself why I'm alone all the time. I asked my mother once too, but she only said it's me just being 'me'. I didn't get it really, but I understood a bit.
Still, I look at him - hopefully, he doesn't notice. I feel a bit like a rebel, looking at him without him knowing. As I thought, I am just like the others, a rebel. Maybe not to the extent of making the whole classroom into a post - tornado scene, but still a rebel right?
I stare and watch his every move. I'm impatient, I still wait, wait until the time for both of us to unite as lovers. I'll wait. I'll wait.