A year has passed since then.

It was last January when I crossed the ocean to see him, using my friend's (who is my client) wedding as an excuse. As soon as I arrived, I got a booster shot locally in the middle of a pandemic because I did not want to transfer COVID to him. Sure enough, I was running a high fever of almost 40 degrees. I hoped the fever would somehow go down by the time I met him...I just stayed in bed until I met him. I couldn't go sightseeing, I couldn't have a good meal, I just stayed in the hotel and dozed. Still, I was able to see him.

Thinking about it now, it was still a miracle. To be able to see him, whom I thought I would never see again, the fact that neither of us was infected yet, and the fact that my friend's wedding was really close to where he lived.... Another thing I realized later... I needed a booster vaccination certificate to return home and I got lost on my way back from visiting that office to have the certificate issued. But the last place I reached was his office. I think his apartment was also located near there. There are many compounds where expatriates live, because I immediately felt his vibrations when I was lost.

He was afraid I would come to him. He was probably also afraid of infection, and most of all he was afraid that I might disrupt his routine. Yet he still met me. I was so happy I wanted to cry. I was so happy that he took the risk to see me.

But the emails I received from him after that were so cold and rude that I suspected he was a psychopath. The response was also terrible. If I didn't have the psychic to feel his vibration from those letters, I would have said that the person who wrote that email was the rudest man in the world. But his vibration was the fear of what would happen if reality was moved by me. His soul was not ready. I could feel his soul behind his eyes. If it wasn't a twin flame, it would have ended there already. But still, his vibration was exactly the same as the one I had. Because he is a soul twin.

He may not be ready even now. He also has free will, so there is nothing I can do about it. Still, from the moment we met in 2015, no matter which woman he spent the night with, no matter who he dated, no matter who he was excited to go to the Philippines with, not a day went by that I forgot him. I always wished him happiness. His fear is my fear. If there is something in me that is still stuck, a fear, it may be my inferiority complex that says, "He and I are out of balance. In order to overcome this, I am still working on my mission.

I really like his face too. I don't know if I should say this to a man, but he is not only handsome but also very beautiful. My dear man. His eyes remind me of the universe. Maybe it's because we were on the planet Pleiades for so long, but he is truly beautiful. Maybe his elegant mannerisms also make it stand out. And when I look at his pictures, I get a really warm feeling. A pure feeling when his soul was still one. His beaming smile always fills my heart with a sense of contentment, security, and happiness. Whether he turns 60 or 80, I know I will always get the same feeling. I always miss him.

By the way, in past lives I have always died long before him. I was often hit by a stray bullet, cut down by his current partner, or killed in front of him by accident. In this life, I always want to live longer and watch him grow old peacefully, smiling next to him.

Every him is a mirror of my heart. When he smiles at me, my learning will be on its way to graduation. I miss him. I think of him with all my heart.