What if your ‘love’ were like a spirit or something and it just possesses different people throughout your life? I can’t wait for mine to be born again. I have so much to tell her.
The best friend I’ve never met told me that today. He said that he’d been thinking about what that means.
I think if she moves through other people, those people don’t need to die or be born again. I think that maybe we force the spirit from one person to another, you know, like we suck the life out of each other’s spirits and then we wander around, trying to find our next one. It’s like each of us has a single other perfect, opposite ‘us’ that we are forever searching for and finding. We move between bodies but we’re always the same.
