Thursday, June 7, 2012


I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
                                      ~Rabindranath Tagore

You once joked that our fights are starting to feel familiar. As though we had them lifetimes before and we still can't get it right. Other times, we secretly believe that we weren't meant to be together now, in this day and age,  because there are others, equally important, demanding our time, our attention, our love. That somehow, we were meant for another time.

But then I get the feeling that in every lifetime, we make the mistake of thinking that we can get it right next time.

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