It would be cruel to have my twin flame held just out of my reach. Dare I say we have grown up together, in that together we have matured from teenagers to adults and found ourselves as a pair, and to be apart for too long is to live without a shadow. We do not like to be without the other to such a degree that questions are raised if one of us is spotted alone. To have him held just out of reach of my touch, when his touch is all I covet, would truly be torture.

But should you want to know about something I currently do not have, it would be a crystal ball. This crystal ball represents certainty and the future. My biggest anxieties revolve around harm and death; I am afraid of roberry and tresprass, car crashes and cancer, sudden and drawn out deaths. I am skittish in my own home. Every creak and groan of wood is a violent burglar. Every pain in my leg is a fatal disease. I would want nothing more than to look into that crystal ball and feel assured that I will not die tomorrow, that I can relax today, that the likelihood of a tornado sweeping through my home next month is null, that the anxiety and the skittishness and the fear can wait for a while longer.