Long ago, I searched for him not knowing it was him I was searching for. So we met. So I found him. To find that he too was looking for me not knowing it was me he was looking for. So we touched. The way souls touch. We just knew. Like we still do. We live each other's life. Only in different times. We have been to places. Only not together. And so the road diverged, again. And we had to move on. Again.

Se                                                Paradox                                                            Bawa

"Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love,  and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace. When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the 'nay' in your own mind, nor do you withhold the 'ay'. And when he is silent your heart ceases not  to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts; all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain." ~ Kahlil Gibran The Prophet

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