As they waited, they talked.
What would it be like when we get there? Again. After waiting for all these years. Are the people still the same? How consumed are they by their things. Things that we know mean nothing. Not here, anyway.
We’ve spent years, up here, waiting, for only a chance to be united by fate. Here, we are all on our own. Free. Unattached. Unfeeling. Supposed to be unfeeling. All the others went to higher places. Freed. But we stayed here , waiting patiently for our turn, to go back there, to be bonded. Because that’s the only place where we could be together. The feelings were so strong that they remained in our souls, unforgotten. We had to stay.
And now that day is here. We are going back. Because our story isn’t over. I want to see it. Feel it. How it unfolds. This time.
I won’t be afraid to tell you.
We’ll find each other.
Even though they weren’t sure how. After all, they were going to a different world, where there were no guarantees, no memories from a previous time.
He had made up his mind, to finally tell her what she meant to him, but it was possible only when they got there. She couldn’t wait to meet him again.
That wait was finally going to be over today. And they were going to be born again. On Earth.
Wanting to be one at heart. To complete a story that stayed unfinished the last time. They would find a way back to each other in a few years. This time, in another lifetime.
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Words turning romantic and philosophicalin winters. Good one
Thank you…I take that as a compliment coming from someone who writes lots of good short fiction prose/poetry. Happy new year!
Welcome. Its kind of you. And you haven’t read most of my recent stuff. So the. “good” part, i doubt 😂😉😉
Hahahaha really? No ur kidding. I read a few weeks ago…I liked what I read. Not more recent stuff.. but I will soon.