Diary of a Scorpio girl – Entry three – how we met*…
The following piece of writing is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
I found myself living in a nervous, yet excited energy and I couldn’t quite explain why, I could see why but I couldn’t explain it. The steady rebuilding of my life I was so focussed on, in which I was perfectly happy was interrupted by you, you completely derailed me. You derailed me onto a track with an oncoming train full of hope, excitement, expectation and possibilities, something I didn’t think I was ready for. We met completely randomly, I was on a Saturday afternoon run in an exceptionally beautiful spot that I always went to, to ease my stress away in the purest of ways. The path I ran circled a lake, and you were walking ahead of me with your kids, one of whom had dropped their teddy bear, which led me to you.
You smiled at me graciously as I handed you the soft toy and there was something about you that felt so familiar, you thanked me warmly saying something along the lines of losing said teddy bear would have caused Freddy hours of anguish. You had the most piercing eyes that radiated the kind of warmth that was hard to look away from. I felt such a rush, it shocked me, because you caught me off guard and I am never off guard. I accepted your words of thanks, returned your smile, and continued my run. That moment though, that short yet momentous moment changed me, I felt so strange, so uneasy, completely thrown by this feeling of knowing you yet not knowing you. It felt so bizarre to me that such a small interaction could lead to such a big reaction in me.
As the weeks went on, we periodically bumped into each other on the same path in the same place at roughly the same time, some days you had your kids with you, some days you were on your own run and some days you were lost in thought whilst you walked along. I started to look out for you on those Saturday afternoons, hoping you’d be there and feel slightly disappointed when you weren’t. We always briefly chatted whenever we saw each other, your beaming smile always disarmed me, your incredibly intense gaze intrigued me, because I felt like we were colliding. Over time I learnt that your wife had passed away 2 years ago, making you a single father to two adorable children, as a freelance writer you often came to the lake for inspiration. You may have been inspired but for me, that strange feeling of knowing you from another time did not go away, if anything it intensified to the point where I felt undone. I had to know more, more about you, more about what this was, I had to find out if you felt like you knew me too, so I faced it, I faced you, instead of running away from you, I ran towards you. You were happy to see me, as you always were, but your face turned to concern when you saw my concern, you asked me what was going on, as though we were long lost friends and I laid out my heart in brutally honest words as best I could without a filter, raw to the core. You stared at me for what felt like an eon, absorbing my words, contemplating them, until you finally broke the silence, with the words I needed to hear, that yes, you felt it too.
It may have been a bitterly cold November afternoon, but in that moment, I felt the radiance of a thousand suns, the darkness within me, my emptiness, my caution, my disbelief gave way to you, for you were my twin flame and that is how we met.
