Always Meant to Be

by Siobhan Davis

“In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.” János Arany

“Love does not label.” Marcus Aurelius

And Vander is no longer a kid. He’s eighteen. Six foot three inches of pure masculinity wrapped in the most tempting package. His quiet confidence, sharp wit, brooding manner, and keen intelligence is as appealing as his appearance and—

He’s West’s best friend. He’s eighteen and a senior in high school. I should not be having wicked thoughts about him. It’s only because my marriage is falling apart and he pays me more attention than my husband does. It’s just a stupid infatuation. Nothing will come of it. Because I won’t let it.

“Like he has a hotline to my soul and my innermost thoughts and feelings. Like he sees me.” “Perhaps he does.” I shake my head. “He’s not supposed to.” She arches a brow, leaning her elbows on the table. “Isn’t he?”

“Do you believe in soul mates?” I nod without hesitation. “Absolutely. But I also believe most people won’t find theirs in a single lifetime.”

“What if I said you have already met him?” she says, and I almost fall off my chair. “Already loved him, in successive lifetimes, because it’s a connection so profound, a love so complete, it cannot die.”

“In every lifetime, you find one another because the bond is so strong nothing can keep you apart. Not oceans or mountains or timing or other people.” Her eyes drill into mine. “Not age.”

“Search your heart, Kendall. The truth you seek is there. In every lifetime, you battle obstacles and fight through considerable pain and turmoil to find one another again. But find him you have.”

“Vander is the other half of your soul, Kendall. It’s up to you what you do with that knowledge.”

If Kendall was mine, I would worship the ground she walked on. Spend hours showing her what a queen she is with my mouth, my fingers, my…

I’m in love with Kendall Hawthorne. I love my best friend’s very married mother. I just don’t know what the hell to do about it.

The overriding thought in my head the first time I met him was “You have something belonging to me.” It’s as if some little voice was in my ear, chanting it over and over until it permanently lodged in my brain. It didn’t take much to convince me when I met her.

“My heart beats only for you.” I squeeze her hand. “Do you feel that? You sustain it. You make it grow. You fill it so fully that none of the other shit in my life matters. The only thing that does is you.” I rest my brow against hers, peering deep into her eyes as I admit the ultimate truth. “I love you, and there is absolutely nothing wrong about that.”

“Our souls are carved from the same entity. You are the other piece of me. I was meant to find you, Kendall. We were always meant to be.”

“Leave him. Be with me. Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

I feel like I’ve been stuck with a cheap, inferior Costco dick for years while now I’m being offered the Whole Foods Market experience which comes at considerable cost but it’s worth paying the extra for the increase in quality and service.

“The past is the doorway to the future,”