Rain Clouds

"You don't know me like that." I shook my head as the flame lit up my face.

"I do." His sly eyes slid towards me.

He leaned closer to me in his chair.

"I feel like I've known you before, maybe in a past life." He looked at me fondly.

We held eye contact for a long moment. I couldn't lie to myself, there was something familiar about his presence. But how could he be so sure? I hit the bong again.

"If we did meet in a past life, it probably wasn't meant to be." Exhaling, I handed him the bong and lighter.

He smiled to himself, "you know, we might meet over and over until whats meant to be happens."

I bit my lip, what he's saying does feel somewhat true. No, that's bullshit. He took my silence as the response he needed, then he spoke.

"Or" he blew out a cloud of smoke, "maybe each lifetime you never let us happen."

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Have you heard the love story of the sun and the moon?

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