I'd felt this before. Long ago. Not once, not twice, but so many times that I'd lost count. This deep feeling was warm and inviting. It began in my stomach and caught in my throat. How did I ever forget? I promised not to. His arms felt different this time, stronger, he smelled of sandalwood and forgotten promises. We stood there embraced, unwilling to let time move. I wanted to feel this for an eternity but I knew the time to part would come again. Even after death, my soul would search for his time and time again until I ceased to exist.
Note to all:
This is the first I've written in a very long time. This draft is raw and rough and will contain errors. Please be kind. I would to hear your feedback, your inspirations and any ideas for the direction of this story. I've recently grown a fascination for reincarnation and past lives. This story will be a blend of that, sorrow and love. Thank you for being here.
I do not have a writing schedule and I write as I can. I do intend on writing every other day and I hope to stick to that.
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The Tides That Turn (ongoing)
Non-FictionA book of all the lives I wished I lived, yet think I did. Two souls wander the earth finding each other in every life time.
