[ WP ] Everyone has a unique tattoo/marking that they are born with , it 's exactly the same as their soul mates .

3am and another night without sleep. I knew I was tired, but my mind was filled with thoughts, my pulse racing as if I had just run five miles. 
 
 My wife lay next to me asleep. She always seemed content. Never on the verge of panic, the way I get on nights like this. 
 
 She was my first. My first real crush, my first love. I had met her in high school and fell in love with everything about her. Her hair, her face, those dresses she wore in the spring. The way she was so carefree and kind to everyone around her. Even an awkward teenager like me. I was still too shy to talk to her outside of the classes we had together. Even back then I loved her. Some days I'd walk home from school the long way, past her house. Not to see her or talk to her. I just wanted to imagine a world where I was part of her life, and how happy that made me feel. 
 
 It was n't until my senior year we even became friends. I remember sitting with her in the field, that night when I pulled my sleeve up and showed her my mark. The mark that was the same as hers. I remember how she instantly began to cry. The way she pulled me in and kissed me. 
 
 I never told her how I had gone to the tattoo parlor last winter. I still remember the words the artist said. `` You know it's illegal, right? And this is n't going to help you any. It does n't work like that.'' It's not like he was going to talk me out of it at this point. I was so sure it was the right thing to do. My mark was already so similar to hers. It only took a few minutes to make it identical. To make it perfect. 
 
 Ten years and this secret still keeps me awake at night. Some days I'll glance into her eyes, and for a brief instant I'm positive she knows. She knows I'm a fraud, she knows I've cheated her out of real love. Then she smiles, and her eyes soften. `` I love you,'' she says. I smile back. I wish she knew the truth, but I do n't say anything.
