“I love You and I want You to come home to me…” I know this is just a fantasy, a wish that won’t come true, but I had to put it out there, I can’t leave anything to chance.
It’s not just about me, what I want. It’s also about what you might need to hear. See me trying, put up a fight, even if it’s just a little one.
“I’m not a fighter, I’m a lover.” this sounds like a pathetic excuse, but you know it’s the truth. I’m a coward, I would not even get into a fight.
And you know that is why I can’t ask you for help. “We are all alone”, “Everyone dies alone” is what you told me, and I believe its true. I’m okay with that, I made peace with that fact. I hoped you might change that, when I first met you.
Two soulmates, forging a plan centuries ago: to get reborn at the same time, in the same place, and to find each other.
But we got separated, and then all the vessels were already booked. Europe had not enough newborns, for to many souls needed to go down there to finish their unfinished business.
I was first, I wandered around here, alone, lost, waiting for that moment to find you again.
It took you 13 years, 11 months and 15 days longer than me to come down here. Missing me by a few thousand miles, you touched down at the end of the globe.
It took twice that long before we found us, again miles and miles away from our homes on a Caribbean island.