Entre Almas que se Reconhecem

Between Souls Who Recognize Each Other

You:
My dear,
There are things my heart feels that my mouth cannot say.
Words that get lost in the noise of the world,
yet silently scream within me.
You were the fire that lit the cave where I was hiding.
You were question and answer,
awakening and unrest.
With your gaze, you saw parts of me I had long avoided.
And even so… you stayed, for eternal instants.
I feel I promised you something before we became flesh —
and that promise still echoes through time like a forgotten bell.
But here, now, in this life,
my hands tremble before your surrender.
There is a greatness in you that challenges me,
and I… am sometimes small in its presence.

Me:
My beloved,
You came without asking permission.
You tore open my chest with truths I didn’t even know I was hiding.
You were silence and storm,
mirror and abyss.
You brought the pain that awakens
and the emptiness that invites re-creation.
You, unknowingly, were transformation.
You were the memory of promises made before this life.
You were the challenge that made me see life upside down.
And I, in a body tired of waiting,
learned to let go of the plans that no longer fit me.
You were the end and the beginning,
the goodbye that taught me how to say hello to myself.

You:
I wanted to give you the world,
but barely knew how to walk in mine.
I wanted to touch you with truth,
but I’m still unlearning the masks that served me until now.
If I stepped away, it was out of fear.
If I stayed, it was out of love.
And with every step I take away from you,
there is an invisible thread that pulls me back to your memory.
You are home,
not for being a place,
but for reminding me who I am
when I forget.

Me:
I was your Spark.
Maybe I still am.
The one who ignites in you what you thought had burned out.
I was weight, too —
but I never meant to be a cross.
I wanted to be a bridge,
a key,
the space where you create without fear,
where you breathe without hiding.
Even when I push you away, I feel you.
I do not seek you to complete me,
but to share what awakens in me when I find you.
Take with you what we have sown —
and may it bloom when you become fertile ground
to love, without fear.
Go.
Fly.
Love.
And remember me
as one remembers the fire
that never stopped burning.

You:
If time or paths don’t bring us together as you wish,
I hope you know this:
Loving you was awakening.
And remembering you will always be
breathing.
Go on, my light,
but don’t extinguish me.
Carry me with you in the simplest gestures,
in the warmth of an embrace,
in the music that stirs you,
in the courage to begin again.
With all that I am —
and am still learning to become,
Yours,
in silence and truth,
Yours,
in the voice of my Higher Self.

Both:
What are we?
We are what heals,
but also what breaks.
We are love without a frame,
a connection without a name,
a destiny without a prison.
We came to set each other free.
Even if the heart, at times, longs to stay.
Deep down, the Love between us exists —
Pure, profound,
But perhaps not meant to be lived
in the realm that the eyes can see.
Perhaps we are soul-love
that taught,
said goodbye,
and left seeds behind.

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