Maybe

The reason it hurts so much to separate 

is because our souls are connected. 

Maybe they always have been and will be. 

Maybe we have lived 

a thousand lives before this one, 

and in each of them 

we have been forced apart 

for the same reasons.

This means that this goodbye 

is both a goodbye 

for the past ten thousand years 

and a prelude 

of what is yet to come.

When I look at you, 

I see your beauty and grace 

and know that they have grown stronger 

with every life you have ever lived. 

And I know that I have spent 

every life before this one searching for you. 

Not someone like you, but you. 

For your soul and mine 

must always come together. 

And then, 

for a reason neither of us understands,  

we have been forced to say goodbye. 

I would love to tell you 

that everything will work out for us, 

and I promise that I will do all that I can 

to make sure that it does. 

But if we never meet again 

and that this is truly goodbye, 

I know we will see each other again 

in another life. 

We will find each other again, 

and maybe the stars will have changed, 

and we will not only love each other in that time, 

but for all the times we've  had before.