irah.

“ This is all I was meant to do for you,” he said, gently.

She cried. He did not yield, as excruciatingly hard as it was for him to watch her break down. As painful as it was for him to hold her in his arms as she sobbed.

“If there’s one thing that I am terrified of, its these cascading waterfall of tears coming out of your beautiful eyes,” he joked, trying to make her stop crying.

But still. There was a wall he forcefully put up, guarding his heart from any kind of tugs and pulls of compassion for that moment. It had to be this way. It was meant to be.

She knew, he was never coming back. She had known for a long time.

Was it selfish then, to want to see him again? To want to have proper conversations, to discuss life and learnings, to allow for the souls to reconnect as they did so long ago?

To hold him as she did that morning, as he rested and breathed into her? As she stroked his hair and laid silent kisses on his forehead with love?

Was it selfish, to want that, if not just for a while more?

The soul, there is never a connection that requires to be made or broken. The soul’s connection is seamless, timeless, eternal, always. There is no separation, there is no difference. It will never cease, this Love she knows exists between them. And what about love? Love…will always be.

Seekers have a path to take that not many dare to tread. It is a lonely one, most of the time. And when worlds collide, it only does because each seeks to learn and evolve along their paths. It is pre-destined. It is all as it is.