Unbroken Love

I've fallen a bit behind with my blogging lately. Lots of wonderful but time consuming things going on and so here is something I wrote about a year ago. It's one of my favorites though.
Enjoy!

I saw him and immediately, I knew he was important. I didn’t know details like his name, his age or where he lived… I don’t know how, but I knew him.
Looking into his eyes, I didn’t notice their color, only the light of his spirit shining there.

I was dizzy from all the emotions running through me.

Images started to race in my mind.

Were they memories or wishes?

Were they mine, were they his, ours?

First, A young woman looking out a window, daydreaming. A man walks towards the house. He’s very handsome, wearing a heavy coat and high boots. He stops and puts down the large bag he was carrying. He just wants to stand there and admire her. At first she doesn’t notice him. She’s lost in her thoughts. Then, almost in slow motion she turns, sensing his presence. There he was, standing just beyond the trees. Her heart skips a few beats before she finds herself running out to him. He lifts her up into his arms and kisses her. She knows this man, the taste of his lips, the smell of his skin, the strength of his arms holding her.

Her heart beats in rhythm with mine.

Suddenly, a new image comes to me.

A different woman, she’s lying next to her lover; Skin against skin. Her head resting on his chest, long dark hair draped across the arm that is wrapped around her. Her small hand over his heart. They’re laughing, happy to be together. No one and nothing else matters.

Again, everything… his taste, his smell, his touch are so familiar.

Her love for him fills my heart.

Another image…

Another woman…

She’s sitting on rocks by the ocean, watching the waves. She’s wishing for a way to be with her love. What if she stowed herself with his cargo? What if she dressed as a man? She could work alongside him. If she could swim the ocean like a mermaid, watch over him and keep him safe. At night she could grow her legs and go to him, sleep in his arms. All these fantastic dreams of hers were all she had until he returned, if he returned.

I feel her sorrow.

Suddenly, the nameless man in front of me, the man I knew nothing about. The man I’ve never seen before walks towards me.

He shakes my hand and I see… it’s him.

The man standing by the trees, the one lying in bed, the one traveling the ocean, all the same. He looks different; but I know him. I know what his lips will taste like, what his skin will smell like and what his arms will feel like around me.

Today he is a stranger yet his spirit I’ve known for lifetimes.

What this meeting means, who knows? Are we destined to love again?

Is this just a reminder of how love endures?

Are we checking in? Letting the other know that we are alive and well on this earth, continuing this amazing journey.

What my heart tells me is that this is not the end of our story.

If not now, another time, another place, our hearts will remember and we’ll find each other once again. We always do.