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If This Life Is Too Short, I’ll Find You in the Next

RSantini
In every life, we meet the same way. A train rushing past. A quiet breath before rain. A hand outstretched, too late to be caught. And the echo of a name we’re not supposed to remember But do. They say some souls are bound by red threads. Ours were stitched together with blood, promises, and unfinished goodbyes. We died once in a burning palace. Again in a dim-lit alley in 1920s Gyeongseong. Once more in a hospital where the machines outlasted hope. And sometimes, we never even met Just missed each other by minutes, by lives, by fate too cruel to forgive. But this life is different. I felt you before I saw you. Like a bruise I didn’t know I carried, aching louder the closer you came. You looked at me like you remembered dying. And I knew, without question, that I had once loved you so much it killed me. The world doesn’t want us to remember. That’s why it gives us dreams instead Of gardens we’ve never seen, wars we’ve never fought, and lullabies in languages we don’t speak. But if this life is too short, and the next one comes too soon Find me. Even if I’ve forgotten your name. Even if I’ve forgotten my own. Find me before the thread burns again. Because I swear, This time, I’ll choose you. Even if it kills me again.
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