What does it mean to be in love? I sometimes wonder how it could be that, in life, we find ourselves searching for this answer. I mean, after all, isn't the meaning of life that we are to find true happiness and our counterpart in another.
For the longest time, I felt like I had been lost in an abyss of endless searching. Not knowing if or when I might find you, and just when I had lost all hope, there you were.
It was as if the searching that my soul had done for thousands of years had been completed. My soul had finally reached the final resting place and at the center of it was you. All of a sudden my dreams and memories of past lives came rushing back. The last faces in pictures were now present, the shadow figure in distant memories was now whole, and she was you.
The moment I first saw you walking down those stairs to greet me in the cafe, a feeling 'I'm no longer wandering' wept over me. The powerful rush of emotions and instant gratification that all of the downs this life has brought me were more abundant than ever.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but what I do know is that my being has found its other half. Now I have another soul to wander with, to experience new adventures, to make a life worth making. To that, thank you. Thank you for allowing me to feel rested, thank you for helping me feel what I never thought possible, and thank you for returning love beyond what is real. My heart, my soul, my touch is yours forever more.
