Across my many lives...

Most people live one life.

I remember all of mine.

Every time my life reaches its end, another one begins somewhere else. A new world. A new time. A new name. Everything changes, and my story starts again from the beginning.

In one life I walk through the noise and lights of a modern city.
In another, I live inside a royal dynasty where every step follows ancient rules.
In another, I struggle through poverty where every day is about survival.
Once, I even lived as a stray cat watching the sea beside a quiet harbor.

Each life feels complete while I am living it.

But when the next one begins, the memories slowly return.

Places I have seen before. Faces that feel strangely familiar. Moments that feel like they have already happened somewhere in another time.

And through all these lives, there is one thing that never changes.

In every world, in every era, there is someone my soul recognizes before my mind understands why.

Sometimes we meet and everything feels peaceful, as if we have finally found our way back to each other.
Sometimes we become part of each other's lives only to lose each other too soon.
And sometimes we walk past each other as strangers, unaware that we have already shared lifetimes together.

I don't know why I remember when no one else does.

I don't know how many lives I have lived before this one.

But I know this much is true.

No matter where or when my next life begins...

somewhere in that world,

he will be there.

And somehow, across time, across lives, across everything that changes...

our souls will find each other again.