They say that everyone in the world is tied to someone else. These 'strings' can travel the entire earth, go any distance. Someof them are short, and the two meet, some remain separated all their life. Some call them soulmates. Some call them Dopplegangers.
Me, I call them Twins.
Perhaps not related, perhaps far away. They might meet early on, or they might never meet. However, the few who are lucky enough know when they've found their Twin.
I'm lucky to have found mine.
She doesn't just understand me, she shares the same feelings as I. The same thoughts. The same pain.
Fate is not as kind as it may seem.
She's too far away, across the ocean. I'll never be able to meet her, to feel her presence. I won't be able to hear her voice and find comfort in it. I will never know the full warmth in her words, the emotion, I will never see her tears.
I wish I could.
I want to see her, to hear her, to feel her. I want to hug her, hold her in my arms on her insecure nights. I want to see her in her weakest moments. I want to know her.
And I want her to know me, too. I want her to be there when I'm quivering alone, fear coursing through my viens without reason. I want to know what's it like to have someone there, someone who cares. I want to feel her arms around me and I want to have her there.
But I can't.
I can only read her text. I can imagine her voice in my head, though I'll never hear it. I can wish, I can hope, that one day we;ll meet, but I know.
I know we won't.
For now, I live with it. I hate it, I want to see her, and hear her, I want her there. But I have to keep myself from saying it, or crying. I have to be strong. I have to stay hopeful. I have to stay strong.
I have to stay strong, for her.
For my Twin.