Soulmates. Does this word really exist? We do not really know if this thing do exist, if it is true, or if it really matters in what kind of situation we have. But believing in this kind of thing surely makes us a special person. Because we do know how to believe in magic, that anything can happen or that anything happens for a reason or even that it is really meant to happen. The magic of love, meeting your soulmate, losing him and having him back again. It’s sounds like a fairytale, a very enchanting and sweet fairytale. It may sound silly for others but it do sometimes happen. Soulmate, it’s a kind of magic that most of us all really believes. A kind of magic that if two people are really meant to be, they really are meant for each other. The magic of love, it’s very sweet to hear. But would it still be practical to follow your heart if other people is against the kind of love you have? Would true love still matter? When time is actually the one suppressing between the love you truly want to have.
The flowing river, and its serene sound. The beautiful flowers, and its beautiful colors and sweet, lingering smell. The green tall trees and grass that calms my mind, heart, body and even my soul. The calming air that surrounds me. This place had been my sanctuary. The place where I can relax, the place where I can shout my feelings out. This place had been my home, it’s been the place where I can totally be myself. Without pretending, it’s like when I’m here the nature understands me. It’s like they can understand every pain, every sadness, every hurt that I feels. The nature sympathize with me in my ups and downs. And I’m here again, seating in my usual place beside the river. Looking above the beautiful, blue sky. Then suddenly a memory had struck my mind, a memory that I would never ever forget, a memory that tore every piece of me, a memory, a memory of my love.
It’s been almost a year since Jasper and I first met. I met him by the river...