Five Years - The Meeting - I

Chapter 1 - The Fourth Dimension

You were here - September 17, 2007 - Day 1

On a beautiful autumn day,
Closely resembling that of spring.

The sun was piercing through the crisp air.
Without a doubt, this was the ordained time,
For me to meet the girl of my dreams.

The first time I saw you,
You were there, in my French class at school.

Upon entering class, my eyes fell on you.
Shocked and pleased.

Nothing was more captivating but you.

The place was crowded but all I could see was you.

It'd been a while since I'd seen you.
There.

In front of me.

Love at first sight,
My soul mate

Seeing you,
I realized that you were one of those fragments of myself,
Lost in this land of ego.

You were back in my life.
I woke up from a sleep that had made me forget the night before.

A night that would have confirmed that I knew you already;
A lifetime

I saw immediately how there were people passing before our eyes, we never lingered on them.
And the others.
You.

You were there.
The physical embodiment of love.

I could feel energy come from your body.
An invisible heartbeat, pumping life through my veins

I felt that you were there, waiting, for me.
Put here with you?

It meant I had to act.

It did not take long to understand what I was living in that moment.

Fate, that's when I understood that in every moment of life,
There is an inherent call for action.

Any action is a sum of perfection.

We never experience something for nothing.
There's a reason for everything.

All that can be seen, eyes open.
Really existing.
For oneself.
The world would've been different, if it hadn't been created for us

There would only be darkness.

And so, any moment in life is a perfect one.

I could remember the reflection of our experience.
I had just forgotten the essence of its truth.
Your presence.

When I had to find a place to sit,
I passed by you and walked towards the back of the class.

You were in front, and I, as a bad habit, went straight for the back row as far as I could be from the teacher.

So I walked to the last table and I felt my anxiety rise.
Fear, is always about the unknown.

I immediately regretted my choice; distancing myself from you.
I viewed it as a heavy defeat in our meeting.

I saw my chances of talking to you seriously decline, but I had faith in life and in my very presence here.
Now.

Universe demands that we experiment.
All and always.
Everything.

All sensations, all emotions and their opposites.
And yet I did not want to live without you.
I knew I had made a bad move.

I had imagined my life without you for only a second and already I knew I never wanted to feel that way again.

Going for you was the right choice to make.

The worst possible scenario would be lived only through thought.
Those thoughts we'd been having forever.