I wrote this back in July of 2014. I am just going to throw caution to the wind and let it into the world. Hopefully this will help inspire me to write more (and better) again. It's a bit cheesy, but oh well. :)
Writing Prompt #9 Two lovers meet in the afterlife. One remembers the many reincarnated lives they spent together, the other doesn't.
Two people find themselves alone in a final afterlife setting. One remembers the hundreds, if not thousands, of lives they spent together as true loves, while the other has no memory of the past. The one who remembers tries to convince his/her partner to remember as well. Their afterlife is up to you...
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We had been born and loved each other in every part of the world, several thousand times over.
Even though we always found each other, in each reincarnation, we only truly remembered the other after our love blossomed.
He always found me first. He was drawn to me like a moth to a flame. I was always a bit skeptical of him and his passionate ways. In every life, he was a dreamer, but it never took me long to fall for his charms. He always had a way of making me become a believer.
He didn't always succeed in his dreams, but that never stopped him from trying. That's one of the many reasons why I fell for him, lifetime after lifetime, regardless of where we were, regardless of what year it was.
We had lived richly and poorly in every sense. Born into wealthy families in the best neighborhoods, and into poverty in rural villages of third world countries where we struggled to find drinking water.
We didn't always get to spend our whole lives together. Our love wasn't always ideal. Several times, on several occasions we found one another when one of us, and sometimes both of us had created lives and families with others. Each time was different; even though we were always overwhelmed by our love, sometimes the commitments we had made weighed upon us too heavily that we stayed faithful to the lives we had already created. These were the hardest times, the times when we realized we couldn't be together, even when we knew that we were soul mates.
The best times were when our story worked out like a fairy tale. When we were each other's first and only love; when everything fell into place and nothing could stand in our way. In those times, when we recognized each other and remembered our pasts, we always vowed to wait for each other in the next life so that we never had to hurt anyone else.
That was always the plan, but each time we were reborn, new to the world, with no memory of our past and like everyone else, unaware of what life had in store. But usually within a few days of meeting, he would recognize us and not long after, I would too.
In our very last life, we didn't end up together. We were both married and each had two children. When we met, it was whirlwind romance, that as always, took us by surprise.
Before meeting in this last life, we were both pretty happy. Neither of us ever would have thought we would have had an affair, neither even felt discontent, until we found each other again. Our emotions took hold, but neither one of us had ever imagined the devastation it caused our respective families. We still loved our spouses, but our love for each other has always been bigger than our abilities to manage our emotions. Especially when we first got were in contact again. Nothing could prevent us from being together, even for a little while, ever.
This time, we both reluctantly agreed that we should go back to our families. The pain we caused our children was too much to bear. Even though we found each other once again, we were in love with our spouses and couldn't live with it this time.
Our last day together was full of anguish. We spent one last weekend with one another, and never left the hotel room. We lie forehead to forehead, with tears streaming down our faces, knowing it would be the last time we saw each other in this life. We held each other until our arms were exhausted, but we didn't stop clinging to each other until we had to leave.
"I'll wait for you in our next life" I told him. He embraced me with all his strength and promised the same.
Little did I know, I would no longer be reborn.
I don't know how long I waited for him. Time isn't measured in the same way that it is on Earth.
Writing Prompt #9 Two lovers meet in the afterlife. One remembers the many reincarnated lives they spent together, the other doesn't.
Two people find themselves alone in a final afterlife setting. One remembers the hundreds, if not thousands, of lives they spent together as true loves, while the other has no memory of the past. The one who remembers tries to convince his/her partner to remember as well. Their afterlife is up to you...
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We had been born and loved each other in every part of the world, several thousand times over.
Even though we always found each other, in each reincarnation, we only truly remembered the other after our love blossomed.
He always found me first. He was drawn to me like a moth to a flame. I was always a bit skeptical of him and his passionate ways. In every life, he was a dreamer, but it never took me long to fall for his charms. He always had a way of making me become a believer.
He didn't always succeed in his dreams, but that never stopped him from trying. That's one of the many reasons why I fell for him, lifetime after lifetime, regardless of where we were, regardless of what year it was.
We had lived richly and poorly in every sense. Born into wealthy families in the best neighborhoods, and into poverty in rural villages of third world countries where we struggled to find drinking water.
We didn't always get to spend our whole lives together. Our love wasn't always ideal. Several times, on several occasions we found one another when one of us, and sometimes both of us had created lives and families with others. Each time was different; even though we were always overwhelmed by our love, sometimes the commitments we had made weighed upon us too heavily that we stayed faithful to the lives we had already created. These were the hardest times, the times when we realized we couldn't be together, even when we knew that we were soul mates.The best times were when our story worked out like a fairy tale. When we were each other's first and only love; when everything fell into place and nothing could stand in our way. In those times, when we recognized each other and remembered our pasts, we always vowed to wait for each other in the next life so that we never had to hurt anyone else.
That was always the plan, but each time we were reborn, new to the world, with no memory of our past and like everyone else, unaware of what life had in store. But usually within a few days of meeting, he would recognize us and not long after, I would too.
In our very last life, we didn't end up together. We were both married and each had two children. When we met, it was whirlwind romance, that as always, took us by surprise.
Before meeting in this last life, we were both pretty happy. Neither of us ever would have thought we would have had an affair, neither even felt discontent, until we found each other again. Our emotions took hold, but neither one of us had ever imagined the devastation it caused our respective families. We still loved our spouses, but our love for each other has always been bigger than our abilities to manage our emotions. Especially when we first got were in contact again. Nothing could prevent us from being together, even for a little while, ever.
This time, we both reluctantly agreed that we should go back to our families. The pain we caused our children was too much to bear. Even though we found each other once again, we were in love with our spouses and couldn't live with it this time.
Our last day together was full of anguish. We spent one last weekend with one another, and never left the hotel room. We lie forehead to forehead, with tears streaming down our faces, knowing it would be the last time we saw each other in this life. We held each other until our arms were exhausted, but we didn't stop clinging to each other until we had to leave.
"I'll wait for you in our next life" I told him. He embraced me with all his strength and promised the same.
Little did I know, I would no longer be reborn.
I don't know how long I waited for him. Time isn't measured in the same way that it is on Earth.
