You don’t read my posts. You said so. One day you will. And you’ll find our history. You asked me once if I write about you. Of course I do. You’re part of everything I do. And you have been. Even before we met. We grew up together. We knew the same people, had a few shared friends. Being the ethereal person that I am, I know it’s destiny. Twin flames. You know it too. We’re the ones who’ve been there since the beginning. Through loves and losses. Through marriages and divorces. Through children and grandchildren. Yes, our history goes way back. And it continues. Every day we either talk or know we will in a day or two. There were times the spaces were years apart. But here we are, knowing the major details and still deciding we want to know more. Always more. Every goodbye really isn’t. It’s just a promise that we will continue. And we do. Now that we are getting older the things we talk about and the things that are important have changed a little. But the one thing that hasn’t changed, and never will, is the magnetism between us. Being drawn together. Always together in heart and spirit, sometimes more. The things we know and share that nobody on this earth will. We know each other better than almost anybody on this earth. And always will. I know your history. And you know mine. And that’s comforting to me. And I hope it is to you. And so it will be, in this life and every other one that’s been before or ever will be. Is it love? Of course, everything that matters is love. And we matter.