You

We met eachother lifetimes ago. When our soul was first created God let us remain together for a short time, then cut us in two and seperated us sending us to live seperately. We were never together, but we were always joined.

I saw his eyes in highschool. I remember it like yesterday. He looked up, and his eyes struck me with such velocity I thought I had lost the air to breathe. The blue made me feel as though I was looking into the sky on a spring day, staring into the nighttime abyss, living as though I never lived before. And in an instant they were gone, letting me feel as though I had died; fallen further from home than I ever had.

My heart was sold to him. I knew.

You knew, love.

I spent the year....the year and a half actually after, yearning to look into him once again. I ached to be with him. Everyday was spent in hopes to be closer when we would be rejoined. I knew we would be rejoined. Every so often I would see him in the halls; I would feel his presence and look up, and he would be looking at me too. It were those times I loved and looked forward to. My darling. My love.

It so happened the year after, we were in a class together. My hands shook with anticipation, I remember. I remember the first time we talked, right love? It was a cold falls day. I was walking into the room and you were there. We were alone. We were early. You grinned at me. I shyly smiled back.

I asked you for the homework.

You said there was none.

We talked some more and we became fast friends. You were everything I had hoped you would be. And some. Of course a few things I could have lived without but we all have those types of things in our persona, don't we? I know I do. I know you've made me into a better person that I ever would have been without you.

We began our lives together in a few months from that first talk. But our love had started many centuries ago. I don't doubt it for one instant. He held open doors, we took long walks on Saturday nights. He let me wear his coat....you remember, love....the green one? The one that came alittle ways above my knees and rolled over my hands so I had to keep on pushing them up to get out of the way. I remember our first kiss. We had waited a while, both insecure of ourselves, both unsure; we had been sitting outside at night; we both loved the outdoors, and as we sat on the chairs outside looking up at the stars, you wrapped your arm around me. I was cold. You looked into my eyes. I saw the refection of mine in yours. I shook. He kissed me.

We had our fights, all young couples do, but we learned from them. I learned not to be so pushy. He learned not to be so set in his ways.

He asked me to the prom. I graciously accepted. He showed up at my doorstep black tux, corsage in hand. I walked down the stairs, my pale blue gown rustled slightly, the smell of my perfume lightly tainting the air. Your eyes were upon me, they glowed. I remember, love. After shaking hands with my father you extended your palm out to me, and I took it. You were trembling slightly. Or it could have been me. He led me out to the car, opened the door as any gentleman would and made sure I had my seatbelt on. He always cared to make sure I was safe. You always were the caring type.

College threatened to seperate us. As young children we both decided to break up. We were foolish. It seemed like the smart thing to do at the time. So much to experience. So much..... I felt like I was dying again. Everyday the light that he had ignited so much passion within me died. I slowly faded from the world. Until the phone rang that one day.....That one day you called. You told me you missed me. You told me you would do anything for me. You told me you loved me.

I loved you more than life itself. He was my everything. He was my twin. He was my lifeparter. He was my soul. He asked me to run away with him. In the dark of the night in my room, the moonlight softly outlining my bed, my hair pulled back in a pony tail with wisps coming out, with fallen tears reflecting on my dresser, I said I would do anything. He asked me to marry him. I said "Anything, love. Anything."

He told me to stay put. He came to my college on the first flight out. He knocked on the dorm room. I remember how I felt as I opened the door and saw him standing there, his blue eyes as intense as I had ever seen them. He dropped his bags, making a soft thud, as he remained in the doorway, his arms out stretched as I ran into them. I sobbed into his shoulder as I clutched him, never willing to let go again. Never. And I never did. We held eachother all night. God knows I would have done anything for that man.

We talked until the sun rose. You would softly touch my cheek, trace my face as though you were trying to make a memory. I would do the same; I wanted to make sure you were real.

You had felt impulsive. We never wanted to be seperated for another period of time. We were ready to start our lives again.

We were married at a small ceremony in Ireland. He had known that Ireland always held a special place in my heart for the dream of its pure beauty kept me enraptured in times of hardship in my youth. The sun had been shining that day of our wedding. It was on a small mountain top, white chairs sitting upon a field of green. A tall arch had stood a few feet before us, our best friends at our side, our closet family members behind us. I remember my dress. The virgin white gown would softly rustle in the wind, and I remember just looking at you, you looking at me, and not caring about anything else than us. We said our vows. The ones we had written the night before. You lifted my veil, and at that moment the world melted away. When everything faded back, our families were clapping. You smiled at me.

We would never be seperated again.

The honeymoon was pure bliss, wasn't it, love? Wrapped up in you for seven days.

Not two years later we had our first child. A beautiful girl. Her eyes sparkled like the sun, her hair soft and golden brown. She had worn sundresses all the time. Never gave those things up, right love? Do you remember?

He and I settled down with our baby girl in a white house. We would lay in bed on Saturday mornings, as the sun would shine through our window, beams of light resting on the sheet covers and pale yellow walls. He would hold me, and we would speak of what we would do that day. In years to come. Forever.

We had our second child, another girl. This one had blue eyes like her father, but my face. Our third child was born not a year later. A boy. My baby boy.

We spent sundays doing arts and crafts as the children grew up. He worked but would always make time for the family. We would always have dinners together. Life wasn't always perfect. We had our fair share of arguments and disagreements, but our love never wavered, right love?

Time has passed us by, love. We've grown.

You were my soul, love. You are still are my soul. You have connected me to life and helped me see that beneath all the pain and hurt that I may experience, your love will see me through, walking me to the edge and back. You have given me more than I could have ever wished for. You have helped me experience what everyone should experience in their lifetime. Our lives, our love. This is our story. Until we die, until life leaves our parted lips, you will now and forever be, my love.