In the quiet moments of reflection, I find myself traversing the vast expanse of time, journeying through the many lives we have shared. Each existence has been marked by the same relentless pursuit of our connection, and every reincarnation has been a testament to the depth of my love for you. Yet, no matter the form or the circumstance, my heart has always been drawn back to you, my beloved.
I remembered when you were the king's right-hand man, selflessly sacrificing yourself to save me. Your bravery and devotion touched me deeply, and though our time together was marred by tragedy, I prayed once more for a future where we could be together.
When you were the newspaper boy, I would watch from the window of our shop, enchanted by your hardworking spirit and the earnestness in your eyes. I pursued my father's favor with a singular purpose: to be with you. Though our time together was short, it was a treasure I carried with me through every subsequent life. I prayed fervently for another chance, hoping that our souls would be reunited in the next existence.
In my next life as a baker, I would wait every day for you to appear, hoping that our paths would cross once more. But instead, I found myself drawn to a stray cat, and in its eyes, I saw a glimmer of recognition. It was you, in a different form. Though it pained me to see you as a stray, I cherished every moment we had together, even if it was fleeting.
In the following life, I found myself as the adopted child of a shoemaker. This time, I was loved and cherished, and for a while, it seemed that my prayers had been answered. But a part of me always yearned for more—more time with you, more moments to share. So, when I awoke in the life of a soldier, fighting to defend my country, I hoped that our paths would intersect once again.
But fate had different plans. When I was shot and found you tending to me, my heart ached with the realization of the sacrifices you had made. Despite understanding your reasons, I wished for a different fate, one where we could share a life free from such suffering.
In the life where I was a dog, guiding and loving you as a loyal companion, I found a deep joy in being by your side, even though I knew our time together was limited. The bond we shared was precious, and I savored every moment of our life together. Yet, as a nurse in my next life, tending to your illness, my heart was shattered. I stayed by your side, offering what comfort I could, but the pain of seeing you suffer was a heavy burden.
Now, as I find myself in this life as your mother, I experience a love that is both profound and bittersweet. Nurturing you into the man you have become has been a gift beyond measure, but the weight of my past mistakes, the times I caused harm or betrayal, haunts me deeply. I have cried more tears than I can count, wishing for a chance to make things right, to live with you in happiness and love.
So, on this autumn afternoon, as we sit together on our porch, I ask you: how do you define happiness? You, with your gentle spirit and unwavering love, answered simply that happiness is being with me. For you, happiness is found in our shared moments, in the quiet comfort of our togetherness.
For me, happiness is a more complex tapestry, woven from the threads of our many lives together. It is found in the fleeting moments we have shared, in the simple joys of being with you, and in the enduring love that has guided me through every existence. I have learned that happiness is not just about the grand gestures or the perfect lives, but in the small, everyday moments that make life beautiful.
As I sit with you, savoring the beauty of this autumn afternoon, I realize that our love is my eternal joy. Death, as you know, is a friend in our journey, a part of the cycle that brings us closer together. And my love for you—my deep, abiding love—is my eternity. It is the constant that has guided me through every lifetime, the hope that has kept me searching, and the joy that has made every moment with you truly precious.
So here, in these quiet moments, as we watch the leaves fall and listen to the gentle breeze, I find my happiness in the life we have shared, in the love that has been my constant companion. And as I look forward to whatever comes next, I do so with the knowledge that our bond will endure, that our love will remain a guiding light, and that the happiness we have found together will echo through all the lives yet to come.
The End
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For you, death is a friend and love is my eternity
RomanceA monologue story of a young man seeking for his beloved