Soul Mates

Is there anything else out there?

 

I was walking along the street, alone with my thoughts, when I bumped into a tall and beautiful man, knocking over his books and notes on the floor. Some of the notes were blown away by the wind.

“I’m sorry.” I said embarrassed trying to pick up some of the papers that were flying over our heads.

Apologetically I looked at him to say one more time “I’m sorry” when I saw the most beautiful and bright blue eyes smiling at me. My mouth was opened but no words came out.

“I’m sorry. Did you hurt yourself?” He said, smiling.

“No. Not at all. I’m so sorry. Let me buy you a coffee or some other drink.”

“Please, let me.”

I was surprised with myself. I never invited someone for a drink, let alone someone that I never had seen before. It was a strange impulse, but I felt weirdly attracted to that man. I looked around for a coffee shop and there it was one, just on the opposite side of the street, with a strange name, “Lost Souls”. In fact, it was a teashop. I had never noticed it before.

We crossed the street and we went in. It was a beautiful and cosy place, and the air was golden coloured and it smelled like roses. The waiter led us to a small table at the window. We sat down and order some hot tea. It was cold outside and the sky threatened some rain. All that excitement made me feel colder and trembling, completely different from him, who looked very calm and serene as if he knew exactly what was happing. After a moment of embarrassing silence, while waiting for the tea, and just out of the blue, he asked me:

“What happened to your boyfriend?”

“He died in a car accident.” I replied feeling compelled to answer without questioning it.

“How long ago?”

“It’s been three years, now.”

“You haven’t forgotten him… and since then you never looked at another man. Why?”

“Why? Because I still love him, and I know that I will never find another man like him, a pure gentle kind hearted man.”

“You loved each other very much.”

“Yes. I think we were meant to be together forever, eternality. But destiny played a joke on us…”

“Do you believe in destiny or in soul mates?”

“Yes. I do. Jeremy and I were soul mates. I’m sure of that.”

“Do you believe that we can come back from the dead?”

“I don’t know. I never thought about it.”

“Don’t you believe in reincarnation?”

“Maybe…”

Although the conversation was very odd, I felt quite comfortable near that man. His ways and manners were quite familiar to me. As I was preparing myself to answer his last question he leaned over my shoulder and whispered in my ear: “Wait for me, my love. I will come back to you.”

I felt like losing the ground, like I was walking through thin air. My heart started to bump faster and tears started to run over my face. I knew so well that unmistakable voice, most of all I knew heartily those words. They were the last words that Jeremy had said to me before he died.

 

By Lúcia Catarino

 

 

Reviews

[Echoes of Eros]

Sighing. I find such a beautiful, bittersweet peace in your words. We all have that aching for home, and home is so often that one we love. I believe in this rich magic of the universe to ignite twin flames; forever love. No matter what I face currently, I believe in soul mates. Wonderful writing, dear Lúcia. xo

[Lúcia]

You are an incredible beautiful soul. Thank you ever so much. :)

[Echoes of Eros]

We are so honored and blessed to have you here, Lúcia. :)