“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They are in each other all along.” –Rumi
Naturally, it made me think of you. It’s a comforting notion, isn’t it? To think that we’re already carrying a piece of each other in our hearts – me back here in summer 2011 and you wherever you are right now. You can’t help but see quotes like these and think of the giant universe out there. I’ve never been much of a philosopher; in fact, I’d much rather deal with the rational and logical. But sometimes I do find myself wondering about the whole grand scheme of things, wondering if things really do happen for a reason. I like to be able to explain things and know exactly why certain things happen, but in life and love, Sweetpea, that’s not always possible. It’s easy for us to look backwards to the past and know how each event, however small, played a role in shaping who we are now and where we are in our lives. But looking ahead to where we will be? Well, that’s nearly impossible.
A few weeks ago, I finally watched The Time Traveler’s Wife (be prepare, Sweetpea, because I might have to re-watch it with you someday…), and I couldn’t help but wonder if there’s some sort of alternate universe out there. You know, one where I’m 14 years old, another where I’m 23 years old, maybe another where I’m even 50 years old. And maybe I know you in one of these other times, or maybe you even come to me at various points in my life and I don’t even know it. It’s actually sort of fun to think about, isn’t it?
Do you believe in fate? Are we destined to meet someday? Does fate subtly push us toward where we eventually end up, or are we in control of our destinies? Until we meet…
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