And it will be the way it was.
"At times I almost dream. I too have spent a life the sage's way. And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I've perished in an arrogant self-reliance an age ago, and in that act of prayer for one more chance went up so earnest, so... Instinct with better light let in by death that life was blotted out not so completely, but scattered wrecks, enough of it to remain dim memories. As now, one seems once more... the goal in sight again."
"I was here. As were you. This is the field where I watched you die."
"Your eyes may have changed shade, but it cannot colour the soul behind them. We've come together in this life, this time, only to meet in passing. It is so heartbreaking to wait... I miss you."
"The souls come back together. Different, but always together. Again and again to learn."
"She doesn't know. She doesn't know that I'm waiting for her. That we will live again. We will live again."
I want to believe.
"I was here. As were you. This is the field where I watched you die."
"Your eyes may have changed shade, but it cannot colour the soul behind them. We've come together in this life, this time, only to meet in passing. It is so heartbreaking to wait... I miss you."
"The souls come back together. Different, but always together. Again and again to learn."
"She doesn't know. She doesn't know that I'm waiting for her. That we will live again. We will live again."
I want to believe.