The Queer Psychic: Soulmate Search

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The Queer Psychic: Soulmate Search

They sat on a bench together looking out at the East River on the Brooklyn side. The Brooklyn Bridge, so big yet unobtrusive. It was late afternoon and the water rippled as the boats went by. The light drizzle didn't bother them. Happy and in love. More than either had ever been before.

They knew this kind of love existed, but somehow, when it came, it seemed surreal. But nothing had ever felt more right to either one of them. Soulmates, no doubt. Each an individual but somehow completing one another at the same time. Mash potatoes and gravy they joked. They sat on that bench that day one laying safely in the arms of the other. They sat for a good long while.

A moment of insecurity flooded in and the one laying in the others arms looked up with the most beautiful green hazel eyes and asked in a whisper, "Is this real?". The other got lost in those eyes. Lost in a depth and a spiritual connection that cannot be described. "Is this real?" the voice demanded now both afraid and impatient, "Tell me this is real; that I'm not dreaming this and that we will spend our lives together." The other stared back, for a while.

That face…rendered temporarily speechless by such a rare beauty that only shines from the inside out, the other finally replied "Yes my love, this is real and yes we will be together. Their eyes locked and in that moment there was a sad knowing. Maybe not for one but definitely for the other. A knowing of the trials that they were yet to endure. A knowing felt heart and soul deep. A knowing that compelled the other to plea, "If ever you doubt this or us… come back here to this bench (in your head) and find me. Bring yourself right back to this place, to this moment and hold our vision and I will too and no matter what, we will always find each other. They sat there quietly for a good while in the peace of each others love knowing that this was the way love's supposed to be.

Naturally these soulmates went on to live happily ever after for 50 plus years of bliss right? What if I told you that they actually went there separate ways? What if I told you that because one still had work to do and the other knew to honor and respect that, that these two perfectly compatible soulmates did the unimaginable. As incredibly painful as it was, in the purest display of unconditional love, for both themselves and each other, these two chose the harder healthier road; As one said goodbye to get "whole," the other said goodbye to honor that. And they went their separate ways each taking a little piece of the others heart away with them.

When I finally awoke from that horrible nightmare, I felt numb, stunned by what I'd just experienced quietly and desperately hoping that the words spoken that day on that bench would never be forgotten by either.

"If ever you doubt this or us… come back here to this bench and find me. Bring yourself right back to this place, to this moment and hold our vision and I will too and no matter what, we will always find each other."

I replayed it a few times in my head, the numb turned into the deepest sadness in my soul. I often wish when I go back to sleep at night that I will re-dream it and there will be a different ending but so far that hasn't happened so if for nothing else, it's a lesson that I hope we all learn from, I sure know I will.