Mine is purple, with a silver and jewel ecrested edge to it. Not a deep purple, like a light purple almost pink. Never have i loved any peice of jewlery as much as my match stone. No one knows the exact term, i don't even think the people who created them knew what to call them. They are something, though. Everyone in my town has one, and it's up to me to find the person who has the same exact one as I do. Many men have the same color, same shape, or same edge to it. Never the exact one. Im starting to think that i'll never meet the man i'm supposed to marry. Vibration is the only key to recognize if i have. I've only witnessed one encounter of a woman finding her mate, It was very emotional and beautiful. She was mid thirties, short brown hair with blonde highlights. He was early fourties, black hair and incredibly tall. At least he looked tall in comparison to her petit build. They were in a grocery store parking lot and had literally ran into eachother knocking her groceries out of the bag and as they were picking them up they stopped and felt eachothers wrists and began crying and kissing. They just left the groceries there and everything and rumor has it, they never even came back for them. Poor over priced groceries. I hope i never turn out like the groceries, all alone until i turn sour and some underpaid, over hairy man comes and sweeps me up and dumps into the trash. Mom says I won't, she says that i won't find my match until i'm much older. Being eighteen and still at home has been a drag, all my friends are away at college and I'm still going to the same coffee shop and renting the same boring books from the same boring library over and over. She always says "Sasha, you're beautiful. Much prettier than i was at your age. Enjoy it. Go meet some people and maybe you'll find him." That'd be great mother, assuming I already didn't know everyone in this small town. Population 45. Maybe I am meant to be alone, Sasha town population: 1. my hands sweat and my throat feels full when i think about ending up alone. Only time knows, I stand up off the edge of my bed and straighten my shirt and pull my jeans up, revealing my muddy shoes that were once clean. That's what you get for buying white shoes when your mother is gardener. I look around my pale pink room, that is decorated a bit childish for my age, and i grab my overdue books and shove them into a worn, ugly green bag. Tucker is my best friend, He's everything I want in a man. No, our stones are not the same. Which is very upsetting, but I'm happy with him being my friend. His shaggy medium brown hair that pairs perfectly with my red hair. Square jaw line that would line up perfectly with my small face, and his scruff! oh goodness. We always meet everyday around noon at the stop light exactly two blocks from his house and mine. We then walk routinely to the small library, four windows, one door, dimly lit, perfect. Our town loves it no matter what, This is where my time is wasted. Here, with Tucker.

"Hey Sash." he exclaims as he throws his heavy arm over my shoulders. If anyone didn't know any better they'd asusme we were dating

"Hey babe, How was your night lastnight?" I beam up at him, he's so tall. He has to be around 7 feet.

"oh you know, mundane." Oh gosh, That grammar gets me everytime. He glances ahead, he always walks so tall. While i'm all 'hunch back of notre dame'. 

"yeah, mine also.. how's your search going?" I ask, hopeful it's not going well.

"pretty well, I saw her lastnight. I didn't talk to her, but i know what she looks like. She is gorgeous." If only he knew how i saw him. If only. But I can't say anything, if I do we are thrown underground and forgotten about. Starving to death, cold, and miserable all for 'choosing out of your league' It's horrible.

"Prettier than me?" i asked, jokingly.

"Not at all, ginger." He smiled down at me. We reach the stairs to the library and go inside. It always smells of sawdust and baby powder.

"Hi Mrs. Rumdan!" We both exclaim to the librarian. She looks 2 days shy of 90 years old, and her bones creak when she moves. The whole town said she would never keep working, but here she is.

"Hey kids! we got new books in today!" she smiled widely and waved at us. Knowing all to well that our library hadn't gotten a new order in years, she still insists on telling me this everyday. We walk back to the worn down chairs and the lamp that has been broken for a good 6 months. Tucker retrieves a light bulb from his bag, and does some adjustments and it clicks on. We sit and read for what seems like an eternity when suddenly Tucker sits up and begins to look around.

"What's wrong?" i ask alarmed.

"It's her, or well... she's here. Feel." he gives me his wrist and sure enough its vibrating like crazy. I pull my sweaty hands away, I wish this wasn't happening. Then suddenly, there she is. She's beautiful. Only an inch or two taller than me, blonde hair, perfect makeup, wonderful style. I sit back, close my eyes, and pretend i'm anywhere but here... (To be continued)