Author's note: This is just a short story on the musings of a reincarnated Egyptian Princess who knows who the incarnation of her former love is, but in this life he's got a girlfriend and they're worlds apart.

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
Michelle Branch's Goodbye to You

I wander the beach, ideally looking towards the waves. It reminds me so much of the Nile, my home in a former life. But he is not here and so it is not quite home. My love has been reincarnated, just as I have but we are not together in this life. He has a girlfriend already and does not see past this body to who I am. He doesn't recognize me from our past lives as an Egyptian Princess and her husband. I highly doubt he even believes in past lives. It's such a burden, to have memories of your past lives and to know the ones you cared about so much have no memories of it. We all live normal lives, but perhaps the person that you pass everyday without really seeing was once the person who meant the entire world to you in a former life. You don't know for sure. We might meet as strangers in one life and be husband and wife in the next. I suppose this is the point of reincarnation-to have new experiences and thereby gain new knowledge, which would include new relationships. This is why I must say goodbye to my beloved Pharaoh once and for all because I must learn to move on in this life.

And so I sit on the jetty, writing this. My beloved will never read this, but perhaps through the connection we once shared, the part of him that will always remember being Pharaoh will feel what I feel.

It hurts so much to remember, even if it is only in dreams my life as the daughter of an Egyptian Pharaoh, and the love I had with my husband. In that life, we loved each other and we were always there for one another, even when we became the Pharaoh and the Queen. I loved him, and the part of my soul that is still the Egyptian Princess will love him still, even if he can never be mine.

But for the sake of my mind, I must let him go. I have to let him go, to free myself. Our love has been dead for 4,500 years and it can't be resurrected, no matter how hard I wish or how much I hear that "true love never dies".
Ha. If what I felt was true in that life, then why were we allowed to meet if there was no possible way that we could be together in this life? Why have we been together in other lives and yet not in this one?

Perhaps I have my soulmate waiting out there somewhere for me. Perhaps I will reunite with my love later on in life, or in another incarnation. I don't know.

So farewell my love, who was once my reason for living and my entire life.
If, in fleeting dreams you recall a lifetime in the desert sands of Egypt, please promise to try and remember me. I let you go, to live your life and so I can life mine.