random thoughts

My thoughts on you will always hold a feeling of  grateful memory.  Your grand entrance to our lives seem like a consecrated mission from heaven to save us from some kind of irreparable estrangement of souls.                                                  

What if there was life before this life? I am certain we have met. Or why do I harbour feelings of nostalgia the day I saw you? Our affiliation connects us to the present, the time lapse is a leap from one dimension to another, nevertheless, one distinct emotion remains in this spirit. I concur that our circumstance obliges gratitude. I know I remember the tune but not the lyrics.