I do realize how silly and naive this is going to sound, but I truly believe that when people fall in love--real love--that their souls collide. I suppose that's where the term, "soul mates" comes from. I was thinking about my husband this morning and about how we started out. I felt like we'd known each other forever or even before. I can't believe how comfortable I felt around him from the first. I just KNEW him.
Now, I was raised up in a Christian faith, and I am not going to try to deny those teachings when I say this; but I do believe that some (if not all) people have past lives. I believe I'm one of those people. I don't know why I have always been completely obsessed with Paris, France, but I have. I've always wanted to live there and be there and be "of" Paris if that even makes sense. The first time that I went there, I was 17 years old. I've said in other blog entries that my life was never the same; something changed in me--in my soul. I was on a school trip and without my parents; but from the moment I arrived, I felt home. I knew where I was. I knew how to get around. Everything was familiar to me: the food, the smells, the sights, everything. Why is that? I believe that at some point, my soul was there; and it remembered.
That's exactly the way I felt when I met my husband: I'd been there before. Call me crazy if you want or laugh; it's perfectly fine with me. But I know that when my soul collided with his, it finally felt at peace. Now, maybe some day, I'll get to have my husband and Paris together. What a collision that would be!
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