I Kissed My Very Old Soulmate

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was at the metro station, just me and the hum of the distant trains. It was one of those moments where you can hear your own thoughts. The platform was almost empty, which wasn’t unusual for that time of the evening. The fluorescent lights flickered slightly, casting a cool glow, and the scent of rain still lingered from the afternoon drizzle. It was peaceful, almost soothing, with the soft murmur of the city in the background. (Lesbian Story)

I leaned against the cold metal bench, my bag resting beside me, flipping through the messages on my phone to catch up on the day. That’s when I noticed the subtle shift in the air, the kind you feel when someone steps into your personal bubble. I looked up, and there she was—Vivien. She was a few meters away, unaware of my gaze, her attention fixed on a newspaper. Vivien had this aura about her, a mix of mystery and charisma that pulled you in without a word.

Then there was the man. I hadn’t noticed him at first, but there he was, pacing back and forth at the far end of the platform. Something about him felt off. His steps were quick, erratic, and he kept glancing over at Vivien with a look that I couldn’t quite place. Worry? Curiosity? It was hard to tell, but it put me on edge.

As the train roared into the station, breaking the calm with its screeching halt, the rush of air felt like a wake-up call. Vivien looked up from her newspaper, our eyes met for a fleeting second, and something in that glance changed the course of my evening. Maybe it was the way her eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the man, or maybe it was the protective instinct that flared within me, but I knew this wasn't just any ordinary commute home.

As the passengers swarmed out of the train and onto the platform, I pushed through the lingering unease and walked over to Vivien. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine again, this time with a hint of surprise.

"Hi," I started, my voice steadier than I felt. "I’m Samantha. I couldn't help but notice that guy over there seems a bit... intense. Are you okay?"

She smiled, a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, I’m Vivien. Yeah, I noticed him too. It’s a bit unsettling."

Before I could respond, the man was suddenly beside us. Close. Too close. His presence felt like a cold shadow, and my heart raced. "Is there a problem here?" he asked, his voice rough, eyes darting between us.

Instinctively, I stepped slightly in front of Vivien, creating a barrier. "No problem," I said firmly, meeting his gaze. "We were just about to catch our train. Right, Vivien?"

Vivien nodded, clutching her bag a little tighter. "Yes, we should go," she added, her voice a mix of calm and caution.

The man stared at us for a moment longer, his brows furrowed in suspicion or perhaps annoyance, before he finally backed off, melting into the crowd. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Turning to Vivien, I saw the relief mirrored in her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Really."

"It’s no big deal," I replied, trying to shake off the adrenaline. "Let’s stick together till we get on the train, okay?"

As we moved towards our train, the sense of danger slowly ebbed away, but the connection between us had already begun to take root, forming in whispered thanks and shared relief.

As Vivien and I settled into our seats on the train, the tension from the platform began to fade, replaced by a curious warmth. That's when Sarah appeared. Her arrival was almost as abrupt as the previous incident—she hurried onto the train just as the doors were closing, a clear look of relief washing over her face when she spotted Vivien.

"Vivien, oh my god, I saw that guy hovering around you from the other side of the platform. Are you okay?" Her words tumbled out in a rush, her breathing still quick from the sprint.

Vivien introduced me to Sarah as the person who helped diffuse the situation. Sarah turned to me with eyes full of sincere gratitude. "Thank you so much. I'm Sarah," she said, extending a slightly trembling hand.

As the train pulled away from the station, the conversation flowed more freely. Sarah shared that she was a single mother, and how her daughter was the center of her universe. "It’s just been the two of us for so long," she confided, a mix of pride and exhaustion in her voice. "Every day is a balancing act—trying to keep up with work, life, and her boundless energy."

Listening to her, I felt a profound respect for the strength it must take to juggle so much. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her resilience and the vulnerability she didn’t shy away from showing.

The connection between us felt immediate, like a thread pulled tight with shared understanding. Despite the chaos of the evening, or perhaps because of it, something significant was beginning to weave itself into our interactions.

Once the train ride smoothed into a quieter rhythm, I found the courage to suggest, "How about we grab some coffee? My treat. It might be nice to just sit somewhere peaceful after... all this." I gestured vaguely back towards the platform where everything had started.

Vivien and Sarah exchanged a look that seemed to carry an entire conversation in a glance, then both nodded. "Coffee sounds perfect," Vivien agreed, and Sarah smiled in confirmation.

We found a cozy café not far from the metro station, its warm lights a stark contrast to the sterile glow of the subway. As we settled into a corner booth, the aroma of coffee beans and the soft murmur of other patrons surrounded us, creating a little island just for us.

"It's funny," I began, stirring my coffee slowly, "despite all the people I meet in my line of work, it gets... lonely sometimes. Success doesn’t fill all the gaps, you know?" I admitted, looking up to find them listening intently.

Sarah nodded, her expression softening. "I get that. Most of my time revolves around my daughter and work. It doesn't leave much room for anything else... or anyone else."

Vivien leaned forward, her eyes thoughtful. "I think that’s why spaces like this, moments like these, feel so important," she said. "We’re all looking for connections, aren’t we? Something that makes the daily grind worthwhile."

"I always dreamed of traveling," I confessed, a little shyly. "Seeing the world, not just through business trips but really experiencing places. What about you both? Any dreams on hold?"

Sarah chuckled. "I used to paint a lot. I dream of picking it up again, maybe show my daughter that her mom can do more than just rush around."

"And I," Vivien paused, a wistful smile playing on her lips, "have always wanted to write a book. Something that might help people understand each other better. Life’s too short for misunderstandings and missed connections, don’t you think?"

As we shared more about our lives, the initial threads of curiosity spun into deeper threads of understanding and attraction. It wasn't just about finding common ground but recognizing the reflections of our own hopes and struggles in each other. The evening stretched on, filled with laughter and the kind of easy conversation that makes you wish the night would never end.

Over the next few weeks, our meetings became a regular part of our routine. Whether it was coffee after work, a weekend brunch, or just a quick catch-up over text, the bond between us deepened with each interaction. Vivien, who had just started a new job in marketing, often sought my advice. I found myself stepping into a mentorship role, guiding her through the complexities of her career path with the insights I had gathered from my own experiences.

With Sarah, the connection was different but equally profound. We often walked through the city park, watching her daughter play among the autumn leaves. Those moments allowed us to share more personal stories and fears, weaving a tapestry of trust and mutual respect. It was during one such walk that Sarah opened up about her fears of failing as a parent, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

"I sometimes wonder if I'm doing enough for her, if I'm enough," she confessed as we sat on a bench, her eyes following her daughter's joyful skipping.

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