[ WP ] You 've lived your whole life with a bracelet made of a solid material on your wrist . Any attempt to remove it has been unsuccessful , but you 've had it as long as you can remember . Today , it fell off .

Can you imagine having something all of your life and then having it taken from you? 
 
 For as long as I remember, I have had this band on my wrist. I look at all of my childhood photos and sure enough... In every single one of them. I was part of the 5 % of the World to have this `` Gift''. 
 
 I have asked everyone I know what it is and what it does. Nothing. Not a single clue. And it does n't come off easily. People have gone to extreme lengths to pry this thing off. All to no avail. 
 
 `` It's not so bad'', `` surely it's a blessing? ``, `` is it worth anything?''... I've heard them all. And it turns out, those that have had theres fall off, ca n't tell anyone else! Some stupid rule about how knowing would lead to world outrage and fear! 
 
 But I'm not here to bitch about my `` gift''... I'm trying to tell you about the day it came off. 
 
 I was 22. Still young enough to not know what I was doing but old enough to understand what I needed at the time. I was hanging out with my friends, drinking JD with coke, making an ass of myself. My friends put up with my constant `` finding myself'' talks and laughed it off when I realised philosophy was n't my strong suit. 
 
 I decided to walk home one night when I was approached by a woman. She was about the same height as me and 5'7 and even had the same hair as me, her chestnut curls flowing down her back and disappearing into her coat. On a normal day, this would just be a mental note of `` she's hot'' and nothing more. Until she looked up. Her eyes... They were hazel with a blue outer shell. Just. Like. Mine. 
 
 She also wore the band. And she also had stopped to stare at me. Something was off. Like looking into a mirror but... She was the female version of me. 
 
 `` Have we met before?'' 
 
 `` *No... *'' 
 
 `` Are you sure? You seem... familiar'' 
 
 `` *I'm pretty sure... *'' 
 
 `` Well... nice to meet you anyway'' 
 I stuck my hand out to shake. She looked hesitant to shake it at first. She was n't sure. But at the last second she shook my hand. 
 
 Our bands touched. They molded together, then with a click; they fell. The smell was the first thing to hit me. I could smell all the things that I was going to smell. Then the touch. Everything I was to feel, physically and emotionally cascaded upon my head in an instant, lasting a fraction of a second. Then, my eyes blinked. And behind these eyelids I saw what was being felt, smelt and now seen. The future with this woman. 
 
 Finding out that you are your own best soul mate is one thing. But not being able to tell anyone is another. The moment I will try something, the band is on my wrist and it prevents me from saying a word. 
 
 So imagine being the happiest man... But having no one to tell. Happiness is n't as great when everyone else is gone. So do yourself a favour? 
 Tell no one what you have learnt. 
 My son. And keep that band until you find the one too.
