28ish years ago I met a man from Canada. We hit it off instantly and soon were steeped in a highly charged long distance relationship. Our love is still strong and survived my OCD, his saying what he calls awful things to me, and about 9 years of not talking to each other because of all the things. Honestly there hasn't been a day when I don't think about him and wonder how he's doing or wanting to share all the things in my life with him. He follows me on the socials so he gets to see what is going on in my life if he chooses. Tonight he left a message that ended with him calling me "love" and my heart swelled and my whole body tingled. Only he has this effect on me.
My entire soul loves him but we are so far apart. I miss him being in my life the way he once was, even as dysfunctional as it was. But I understand his fear that 9 years wasn't enough healing time for either of us and that we will fall back into bad habits.
Maybe when our souls find each other in our next lives we will finally be together fully and have the magical relationship we're destined to have. I can't help but be jealous of that incarnation of me.
I love you, WRY. More than you'll ever know.
