Our souls have been in love in another lifetime, another place. The stars will count a thousand years before we meet again. And in the span of that empty space where our souls wander, we feel incomplete. Lost. Our one thousand years is nearly spent. If we have already met in this lifetime but have not known our past lives, be patient. You will soon feel my presence, even in the distance. And when the end of our thousand years has come, our souls will once again cleave as one. Until then, wait for me.
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