Two Souls Diverge in a Wood, Underneath a Pear Tree

I walked right past him; YES, it was him, I’m sure. My heart started racing, can’t catch my breath, I could hardly stand, legs weak; why am I shaking so violently? Calm down; you always get like this. I turn to see if he looks back, staring at his beautiful backside, long mid-length charcoal gray coat, faded slim-fit jeans, dark olive suede shoes, wavy black hair with a beautiful shimmer of light dancing through it. He walks with such pristine confidence; oh my, that’s so attractive!

I don’t think he remembers; it was supposed to be different this time! Oh, I don’t know how to feel about this. Maybe it’s easier to start with a clean slate again. But, no, We have so much history! It’s always so hard when I first meet him again, and I always remember, and he never does. But this time was supposed to be different; we did everything to make it so, planned, carried out, and implanted our very essence of each other within each other. Maybe he didn’t see me, perhaps we didn’t make eye contact, but then there is my energy; how could he of missed that? We were a few inches away from each other; I still feel him.

Just then, I see him stop; he put his hand on his head, tussled his waves back through his fingers, oh those fingers, the way he caresses me with those fingers. I see his profile, chiseled cheeks, dimpled chin, piercing green eyes, and beautifully supple red lips. He’s turning back! I almost faint I’m so overwhelmed that he might finally remember this time. Finally, he stops, we lock eyes, he smiles, and he steps towards me.

That’s all I remember; I must have blacked out, or worse. I’m here now, in bed, but I don’t know who’s bed or even where, or when. And when I say when I don’t mean what time of the day is it, or even what day is it. I mean, what year is it? Just then, I hear footsteps approaching, the door handle turns, and the hall light starts filtering in my dim room as the door creeks open.

We met and have been together as far back as we both can imagine. There isn’t a beginning; we both just have always been. Our energy is tied together, always drawn to each other. No amount of time or space can keep our souls apart. We came from pure love, the most pristine, the kind that never will part. We don’t know the how’s or the whys; we just know that we must be one.

I always find him. We don’t know why he forgets, and I don’t. I remember him at my earliest memory, my first thoughts. I remember every place we’ve been together and in every dimension. I never know when I’m going to find him; it’s always different. But my soul yearns for his. A piece of me is missing until I find him. I just have to live my life until then as best I can. But I am always looking. It’s something I can’t share, I did once, and it was not good. They thought I was crazy, so I have to be careful.

Sometimes he has a glimmer of recognition, but he doesn’t understand it. But he is always attracted to me, always immediately. Until one day, and that time varies, he remembers. It’s like a shade raised, and then you can see a whole world out the window that, before then, was a dark room, and that is all you thought existed. That is my favorite moment whenever he remembers all of us. I always pray that it happens sooner than later.

So the last time we were united, we had discussed how much of our time together feels wasted, waiting for him to remember, so we devised a plan. We arranged to have a picnic underneath the Pear Tree across town in a beautiful wooded park. The pears were so ripe with deliciously sweet, tender bites. The juice rolled gently down our chins as we bit into them; it made us giggle. Pears have always been our favorite fruit, the texture, the sweetness, the aroma, and how they emanated our senses; pure delight. Under this fruit tree was the perfect location to change the course of our future forever.

I had met with an old gypsy woman I heard could help solve these kinds of problems, (apparently we weren’t alone in this.) We needed more time together knowing. She told me that there was a way to change this in him. She said to pick a place we both loved out in nature, make sure we were both aligned with our hopes, thoughts, and beliefs, and that we were grounded. We were to hold each-others hands facing each other and transition into a meditative state. Then, minds calm, we repeat over and over again with our hearts, “I will always remember your face when I see, and all the many times and places we’ve been.” Oh, it was beautiful; we could feel our energy vibrate higher and higher with each chant. Pure harmony, It was euphoric. It felt like we could float back home. Our energy was so in tune and vibrant. This plan had to work. Now, all we had to do was to wait until the next time. Tick Tock, Tick Tock… the time is finally now.

The door creeks open slowly; I could see his silhouette in the doorway. His physique was always perfection. I am a lucky girl, I am grateful, and we are love. My heart starts racing; I realize that I’m still at the moment we passed in the street; it is still this time around. Oh, I can’t contain my emotions; tears are rolling down my rosy cheeks, flush from the excitement. Will he remember? Silently I start chanting, “I will always remember your face when I see, and all the many times and places we’ve been,” over and over again. He quietly moves in my direction; I can barely see him; my eyes blurred with tears. He takes a tissue and wipes my face tenderly. I see him smiling, and I start to speak; he presses his finger gently on my lips and says, shhhhh. He then rummages through his coat pockets and pulls out…two of the most beautiful pears you have ever seen.

By: Kimberly Paulus