I Will Love You in Every Lifetime.

There are certain things I know without needing proof. The sky is blue. The ocean is deep. And I will love you in every lifetime.

Some loves are fleeting, mere sparks that burn bright and disappear. But ours? Ours is something else entirely. It is carved into the universe, written in the language of the stars. Even if time were to unravel, even if the world were to forget itself, I would find you. I would always find you.

I think about the first moment our souls recognized each other. Maybe it wasn’t in this lifetime, maybe it was a hundred lives ago, but I swear there was a knowing between us, something ancient and familiar. As if I had been searching for you all my life, in every life, and finally, I had found my way back home.

Loving you is not a choice; it is a certainty. I was always meant to love you. I feel it in the deepest part of me, in the marrow of my bones, in the quiet places of my heart where no one else has ever been. And even if this world were to pull us apart, I know, without a single doubt, that in the next life, I will spend every moment searching for you.

Love like ours doesn’t die. It doesn’t fade away. It doesn’t get lost in time. It lives on, in the air between us, in the spaces where we are not together but somehow still connected. It is stitched into the fabric of the universe, an unbreakable thread that binds us through lifetimes. I love you in this one, and I will love you in the next, and the next, and the next.

Some days, I wonder if our souls have danced together before, if we have lived and loved in another time. Were you the poet who whispered love letters into the night? Was I the artist who painted your face a thousand times, desperate to capture every perfect detail? Did we walk through cobblestone streets, our hands intertwined, laughing under the glow of lanterns? Were you the soldier who promised to return to me? Was I the girl who waited, heart aching but full of hope?

I believe in love that defies logic, love that does not bend to time’s cruel hands. And I know that wherever I go, whatever life I am born into, I will carry this love for you. Even if I do not know your name. Even if I do not remember your face. Something inside me will always ache for you, will always search for you, will always find its way back to you.

I imagine meeting you again in another lifetime. Maybe I’ll be a writer, and you’ll be the stranger who walks into the bookstore just as I’m reading a passage about fate. Maybe I’ll be a musician, and you’ll be the person in the crowd who hears my song and somehow knows it was meant for you. Maybe I’ll be a traveler, wandering the world with no real destination, and I’ll see you in a café in Paris, or on a quiet beach, or in a crowded city street, and just like that—I’ll know.

And you will know, too.

Because no matter where we are, no matter what form we take, I will love you in every lifetime. I will choose you, over and over again.

There is something tragic and beautiful about this kind of love. The knowing that we may lose each other, that time may be unkind, that fate may pull us apart. But what keeps me warm, what keeps me whole, is the unshakable truth that I will always find my way back to you.

Even if I am a stranger passing you on the street. Even if we never speak in this life. Even if we are born worlds apart. There will be a moment—one brief, inexplicable moment—where I will look at you, and something inside me will say, "There you are. I have been looking for you."

And my love, I always will.

In every lifetime, I will love you. In every lifetime, I will find you.

In this life, and the next, and the one after that—I am yours.

Forever.

Neta.