My twin flame, I think of you often. Very often. And have since that last time when we burned brightly together.
Yes, it’s me, reaching out to you across time. You may never read this.
It may be years and years from now—me just a fading memory. A mistake you so nearly avoided. But for me, your memory, your love, and my eternally deep well of love, its bottomless fathoms, for you continues brightly burning…never dimming, always strong with an intensity that years and centuries and millennia could not fade.
At one time you knew this too… My soul aches for its twin flame.