But I just couldn’t tear myself away from the warm rivulets of water coursing down my back. It felt too good. I could chalk it up to it being my first post-Shabbos shower, but it’s only been a day since my last one. And it’s not just the shower. Everything has felt too good for the past eighteen hours. Eating. Walking. Running my fingertips along the wood banister as I head downstairs for breakfast. And I think I know why. It’s because I know for sure now: I’ve met my bashert. I know my father says that only G-d can know when two souls are meant to be together, but my feelings for Jaxon have developed into something so deep and profound that I don’t know what else it could be but fate. And it’s made me question the future my parents expect for me even more. How can anyone commit themselves to a life with a person they don’t already feel this way about? How can you blindly trust that love will follow marriage? How can you put so much of your happiness into the hands of a stranger who doesn’t even need to take a class or earn a certificate to become a matchmaker claiming to do the work of G-d?
