How do I write the story of our souls? From the time before we were even born I had a dream that we stood on the edge of the astral plane and looked down on the earth. You told me it was almost time to go, that I would know you when I saw you again down there. Maybe your soul shattered, because I swear I've seen pieces in ones I've met here on the Earth. But, you, you in your entirety cannot be found. But maybe it was all just a dream, you never did exist at all.
I look in the faces of the passers-by searching for a glimpse of the soul that I loved and loved me in return. Sometimes they return the look, also searching but soon discover that I am not the one. Sometimes my heart yearns for the companionship, the flame, and the freedom to be known in the entirety of my mind and soul. But somehow even as I let myself think of it, I know that it's not meant to be in this lifetime. In this life I am meant to love many but from afar, loving those who have forgotten what it means to be loved, and how to even love themselves.
And so I wander, with a purpose, still dreaming the dreams, and wondering if they were ever real. Maybe I'll find you again on the astral plane one day, our souls intact, and I'll remember what it is to be loved and give love.
