Happy endings, rainy Saturdays and other intangible things

Reincarnation.D-28

The first time you asked me if I believe in reincarnation, I told you I didn't.

It was one of our first dates.

You had already proven me you were a delusional person who believes in all kind of things, from fairies to aliens.

Meanwhile I was a really skeptical one who couldn't believe in anything that wasn't logical facts.

It's not a matter of religion nor facts, it's a matter of beliefs, you said.

The second time you asked me if I believe in reincarnation, I told you I wasn't sure.

We were dating for months by then.

You made me believe in more things that I could've ever imagine, from ghosts to love at first sight.

Meanwhile I could stare at you talking for hours about how you think the world was created,

even though I disagreed with you.

It's not a matter of religion nor facts, it's a matter of beliefs, you said.

The third time you asked me if I believe in reincarnation, I told you yes.

We were watching a movie at home, cuddling each other.

By now I believe in everything you have taught me, from how to play the guitar to the existence of soulmates.

It's not a matter of religion nor facts, it's a matter of beliefs, you said.

And I strongly believe that if I could experience a thousand reincarnations, I have no doubt I'll live every single one with you, I said.