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Next Life

I sometimes wonder if we are each other’s unfinished business in this life. And if we die right at this moment, will our soul rest in peace knowing that we have accomplished what we came here for? Or will this be one of those lives where we pass up the chance to collide, to be more than an almost, to be together, and to intertwine our souls into one?

“On next life, love,” he said.

And I cannot help but wonder if that’s a lie that he’s been telling me from life to life.

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