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Posted on: February 08, 2009, 04:52:40 pm
Posted by: Omnia
Another lifetime ago I met this man.

I met him in a strange way, and I had a feeling that Iíd known him from some other place,
it was as if he were not new to me . . .
and I was attracted to him since the moment I knew he existed.
He didn't feel the same.
Not then.
But I've been in love with him ever since.
I never fell in love with him.
I have always loved him.
I didn't have to fall in love because Iíd never stopped loving him.
He wasnít  like anyone Iíd ever know, he reminded me of no one and everyone.

There were nights when he took away my sleep, but I was never tired,
he knew what made this world go round, and he also knew how to make it stop.
He made me laugh with a smile, and question truth with a pause between two words,
he recited poetry while I kissed him, and he told me about his scars while we made love.

He asked me questions while he caressed me, and he chased away the shadows and
took me into the light.
He knew how to make me forget everything when he spoke, and his voice would cure my
But he could kill with a word.

This man is still the fire that gives me light in these long winter nights, and he is still the light that keeps me warm.
One day he will take  me by the hand and together we will cross all the bridges ahead.
Iíll  climb the ladder to the stars with him . . .

I love him so much it sometimes hurts.
But to be hurt by him is like standing out in the rain watching a rainbow.

I can't be without him.
I can't live without his love.
I can't live without his strength. 

I love him.
And I always will, in this life and in those to come.

Posted on: February 05, 2009, 12:19:13 am
Posted by: arete
LOL---me too.

Promises promises.  PfffffT
Posted on: February 04, 2009, 08:35:16 am
Posted by: Cool Hand
i've moved on already cos i'm fed up of waiting .
Posted on: February 03, 2009, 10:23:00 am
Posted by: caskurô
You once told me that for every human-being there is another one 
one who is meant for you, and sooner or later you will find each other . . .
if not in this lifetime then in another one, 

I believe this. But now with experience, I also believe that when people grow in a spiritual-wise sense that may not happen with a soul mate and one day, you find that your soul mate is no longer on the same page.


Because we are individuals with different responses.

So, we move on, reluctantly~
Posted on: February 02, 2009, 06:39:59 am
Posted by: Cool Hand
what is it about.
Posted on: February 02, 2009, 06:30:51 am
Posted by: arete
done yet?
We're waiting.
Posted on: February 02, 2009, 06:13:12 am
Posted by: Omnia
I'm writing it out now.
Posted on: February 01, 2009, 06:37:08 pm
Posted by: Voltage
I can't see anything. Where is your story?
Posted on: January 31, 2009, 04:15:07 pm
Posted by: Omnia
You once told me that for every human-being there is another one 
one who is meant for you, and sooner or later you will find each other . . .
if not in this lifetime then in another one, 

ďYou see, thatís  what the next world is all about Ē you said, and smiled.
You  became very quiet,  and  turned your face away and looked out of the window.
I could tell that  you didnít want to talk about it anymore, it had made you sad and melancholic.
It made you think about all the things that perhaps itís best not to think  about . . . 

It was then that I told you my story ~
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