My Twin Flame

2 min readOct 24, 2020
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A complete mirror of myself. That’s how I describe him. Thoughts. Ambition. Dreams. Perspective. Personality. He’s a complete mirror. We complement each other. I asked The Universe for signs if he was for me or not. I asked because I knew deep inside that I wanted to keep him in my life. I knew right from the start that there was something about him that I couldn’t explain. I’ve always been very curious about him. but I just brushed it off, thinking that maybe it’s just infatuation.

“He touched my soul long before I knew what his hands felt like.” ― Nikki Rowe

The Universe didn’t give me an answer. I kept looking for signs, but I didn’t see any. Then I realized that the signs that I had been looking for were just right underneath my nose all this time. The Universe did not give me any signs but brought me to the reality that he’s not my soulmate. Rather, my twin flame

I looked into the core of my heart. The signs were already written on the palms of my hands. The butterflies. The strong attraction The soul connection That even if I tried so hard to run away from his thoughts, I kept coming back. He was my twin flame. I knew it. I knew he felt that attraction too. But the sad reality is that he ran away.

I was comfortable opening things up to him. I wasn’t scared of being myself in front of him. I wasn’t scared of being honest with him. I was scared that I could feel what he was feeling. I was scared that I would know what he was thinking. I knew I would lose him on the journey, and that somehow left me incomplete. What we had was so sudden. I lost track of the number of days. I lost track of time. The attraction between the two of us was so strong that, until now, I couldn’t release the red string of fate.

I never touched his hands, but I knew I had held them countless times in the past. I never hugged him before, but I knew I once felt the warmth of his body. I never kissed him, but I knew how soft his lips were.

Maybe we need some time to heal from the chaos of our own world before The Universe unites us again. Maybe we need to work on ourselves so that by the time we see each other, We’re ready to hold each other’s hand. Maybe we need to wait another lifetime for us to have our “happy ever after”.




I look at people's faces, random photos, and places and think, "What If I was there?" "What If it was me?"