For centuries, I've been loving the same person. It may not be possible but through reincarnation, it is. Their face wasn't always the same, their gender wasn't always the same, their race wasn't always the same, but their soul has always been the same. That same old person i fell in love with all those centuries ago.
How they reincarnate is beyond me. Be it by pity from the gods themselves, pure spite against death itself, or by how strong their love is for me, i do not know. All i know is i love them and they love me the same. That's all that matters to me.
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Short StoryJust random sentences i thought of while working on my book. (Mostly metaphors) Your can put them in your stories if you'd like.
