A great love does not make us meet someone, it makes us recognize him.
What a strange feeling: this stranger whom we saw for the first time, we do remember that we had already loved him.
Where or when?
Only our love can know the secret.
Love has a memory that plays with times,. it plays with the forgetfulness of those who are born, live and sometimes reborn in ignorance of their own immortality.
When we cross our love, our first looks wonder while recognizing each other.
Our heart asks, "Who are you?" As our soul exclaims, "Well, here you are!" The mystery of the soul resides in the mystery of love. To understand one is to discover the other.
Does our life have enough time for us to contemplate the entire existence of a star?
This star that attracts you, you saw it born before your birth, you admire it after your earthly departure.
Love is like this star. The time of a simple life cannot impose its limits: it existed before, it will live after, for those who love each other keep their fingers entwined over the centuries.
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