Red string of fate

Parallel souls they call it. I remember seeing his face and meeting him in my other lifetimes, if that even exists…. I recall his cold touch, his dancing fingertips against the warmth of my soft skin. His gentle voice which serenaded each time the day started anew. His laugh which ringed in my ears as the moment fell silent and still, just like my heartbeat. Or maybe they were right, maybe I’m just longing for someone who does not exist. I looked out my window, the snow continued to fall from the sky.

This endless winter, when will I be able to see you again. I feel absurd, the words “I miss you” coming out of my dry lips. Taking a deep breath, I tried to recall the reason I awoke from my peaceful slumber. I guess it was not as peaceful as I remember it to be, it felt as if I was chasing shadows, chasing a person who only exists in the imaginary world. I was in a park, where the sunlight was warm and comforting. Under a tree, reading a book while I heard children laughing and birds chirping. Then I remember hearing a voice call out to me, sending shivers down my spine realising who it was. I heard it, gentle and muted, longing for me, sweet and calm. Just as I was about to take his hand, I awoke in a daze, unable to comprehend the familiar, yet new dream. This weird feeling of anemoia, of DejaVu was everything this harsh cold winter gave to me. When will I be able to navigate my way out of this season, when my heart longs for you, when my heart claims that when I'm with you, regardless of the seasons, I’d feel safe. You are the warm sunlight that makes me feel pure happiness on any summer day, you're the spring flowers which bloom brightly when we’re together, you're the cold autumn breeze which flies in a quick pace in order to find me like how you’d always do, and you're the beautiful elegant winter snow which makes me realise that you are always right by my side. Who exactly is this ‘you’, this ‘him’ my mind keeps wondering about. Maybe it's one of those moments where if I actually saw him, I’d just know, you know?

A few days passed and I was headed to school, my footsteps dragging along the grey pavement, covered in ounces of thick white snow. I looked down, the same feet I had which led me towards my life trajectory, now buried in snow close to a frostbite. I kept going nevertheless. I kept trying. Arriving at the intersection, my feet slid across the icy road as my arms waved around frantically, unable to find some sort of friction to stop my fall. As I was about to fall on the floor headfirst, I felt the warmth of a person’s arms holding me up and supporting me as I regained my balance. The curtain of my fringe covered my eyes as I looked up, then slowly swept and kept behind my ears by the person who was with me. “Are you alright?” My heart froze and suddenly a gush of warmth and consolation filled my soul. There it was again, that same feeling. There he was again, that same person.

Was this fate? Was this the theory everyone believes?

“This thread that will bring us together, even if it tangles and stretches, our bond will never break”