When Souls Remember Each Other
Most folks drift through your days like leaves caught in a breeze some brush against you lightly, leave a faint color on your memory, then spin away before you even catch their name. Others barely register at all, gone before the echo of their footsteps fades.
But every now and then, someone walks in and the air changes. Not louder, not brighter—just different. Steady. Like the world exhales and says, “Ah, there you are.”
That’s how it was with you.
The first time our eyes met, it didn’t feel like meeting. It felt like remembering. Like some quiet part of me stood up straight and whispered, “I know you.” Not from this life, maybe not even from words or touch, but from somewhere deeper where souls wait patiently for the rest of us to catch up.
All the lonely nights, all the almost and not-quites, all the times I wondered if I was asking for too much they suddenly made sense. Every wrong turn, every closed door, every empty space I carried inside me had been clearing the way, making room, keeping the light on for you.
You didn’t feel like a stranger I was lucky to find. You felt like the place I’d been trying to get back to my whole life.
Being near you is both peace and fire. My heart slows down and speeds up at the same time. I breathe easier, yet every breath feels fuller. There’s no need to explain myself, no urge to perform or prove. I’m just… home. Safe enough to be loud, quiet enough to be still
Loving you doesn’t feel like work. It doesn’t feel like chasing or waiting or hoping I’m enough. It feels like choosing every day, on purpose and having that choice feel as natural as waking up.
People will keep coming and going. Doors will open and close. Seasons will change. But you you’re not a season. You’re the ground beneath them. The steady thing my heart circles back to, no matter how far it wanders.
I didn’t find you by accident.
I found you because I was finally ready to be found.
And now that I’m here, beside you, I know this is what all the waiting was for not just to love someone, but to love the right someone. The one who makes tomorrow feel like a promise instead of a question.
You are my answered prayer, spoken in a language older than words.
My soft place. My sure thing. My once-in-a-lifetime that somehow feels like forever.
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