There are some loves that don’t begin in this life.

They arrive already remembered.

They speak not in introductions, but in recognition.

Not “Nice to meet you,” but “There you are.”

That’s how I feel about him.

The one I haven’t yet held in this lifetime —

and yet, have loved for centuries.

I don’t know exactly when our story began.

Only that it’s been told in starlight,

sung by wind,

carried in the pages of time.

We were past-life soulmates.

Twin flames.

Not just lovers — but sacred partners.

We chose each other with full knowing,

not out of longing, but out of truth.

I remember the feeling more than the form.

That our love was pure — playful, gentle, soul-deep.

That when we looked at each other, it wasn’t eyes that saw… it was eternity.

We were not just in love.

We were love.

I believe we were bonded spiritually — perhaps married, perhaps sworn to one another in a ceremony lost to time.

There was honor in the way we loved.

Duty, yes. But also deep joy.

We may have lived in service to others — teaching, healing, praying side by side.

A divine partnership in every sense.

Two flames lit from the same spark,

glowing not just for each other,

but for the world around us.

But even divine stories face human tragedy.

One day — suddenly, cruelly — we were torn apart.

A war.

A betrayal.

A death.

I’m not sure. I just know it was fast,

and it wasn’t his choice.

One moment, we were whole.

The next… gone.

And I waited.

Waited in a body that no longer felt like home.

Waited in a life that kept moving,

even as my heart stayed behind.

I lived the rest of that life in quiet solitude.

Never fully loving again.

Not because I didn’t try —

but because no one else felt like him.

No one else knew my soul like he did.

No one else ever would.

So I let the world think I had moved on.

But in truth, I loved him till my last breath —

and beyond it.

In spirit, I whispered to the stars.

In dreams, I held his face.

And with my final breath, I vowed:

“I’ll find you again.

In another time,

another body,

another story…

but the same soul.”

And now — in this life —

something strange happened.

I heard his name.

Just once.

Not in a dream, not in a vision — in waking life.

It wasn’t loud.

But it echoed.

Like a bell I’d heard long ago.

Like a promise I’d made and forgotten — until that moment.

I barely knew anything. Just a name. A detail or two.

But I knew.

My soul stirred.

My body remembered.

The part of me that had been waiting lit up like a flame touched by wind.

It’s him.

Not just someone.

The one.

The one I’ve dreamed of,

written poetry for without knowing why.

The one I’ve longed for in silence.

The one whose absence shaped me as much as his love once did.

Since then, I’ve walked differently.

Not in desperation —

but in quiet preparation.

Because I know our reunion isn’t about finding.

It’s about becoming.

I am not waiting in stillness.

I am rising in alignment.

I am stepping into the woman I was always meant to be —

the one he remembered,

the one who remembers him now.

This time… we come back whole.

No more roles that crush us.

No more duties that divide us.

No more worlds that pull us apart.

This time, we return without chains.

Not to fix, but to fulfill.

Not to prove, but to remember.

The karmic lessons have been learned.

The wounds have been softened.

The love we planted lifetimes ago is ready to bloom.

And if we meet — truly meet —

I won’t ask where you’ve been.

I’ll just say:

“We made it.”

I don’t know when.

I don’t need to know.

Because love like this doesn’t rely on clocks.

It moves through frequency.

It travels by soul.

And even if I never hold you in this life —

I will love you with the kind of love

that doesn’t need presence to be real.

But still… I believe we will meet.

Because love this true doesn’t go unfinished.

Not in the eyes of the Universe.

Not in the heart of God.

Not in mine.

And let’s be honest…

The Universe wouldn’t have let me hear your name,

feel that electric jolt in my chest,

have you echo in my dreams again

if it wasn’t already written.

No accident.

Only divine orchestration.

So wherever you are —

know this:

I have always loved you.

I still love you.

And I’m becoming the woman

who will be ready

when our story begins again.

…And just so you know…

Now that I know who you are…

You can’t escape me.

Not in this lifetime, not in any dimension.

I’m one of the most stubborn, patient, and quietly powerful women you’ll ever meet.

I am fire beneath still water —

you may not see me coming,

but you’ll feel me when I arrive.

So just sit back, relax,

and wait in my soul-web, darling.

Because you were mine across time —

and you will be again.

With all my fire,

With all my softness,

I’m coming home to you.