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Victoria: Promises of Love
“Sometimes it hurt more then we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow- Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead”
Buffy: The Vampire Slayer - Passion
I have been having dreams all my life, as most people do. Many are reoccurring and others never appear again. Some are very vivid and clear to me while others are somewhat vague. While dancing with him that first night, I remembered that this was one of those dreams. This happened a few more times when we got together, and still does every once in a while. It is the same for him as well. It was just strange I suppose at first, all the little coincidences and déjà vu.
I don’t remember when it occurred to him or me for sure, but we had lived many past lives together. We are both remembering them a little bit more as each night passes, what I don’t remember he does. It is like the puzzle pieces fitting together to make a much larger picture more complete.
Our lives together have spanned many centuries. At the moment there hasn’t been one that we were together forever in though. There was always something that kept us from being together completely, a betrothal, a death or something. Although the times that we were together were wonderful from the dreams and the hypnosis that we have undergone. It is like we had to get something right before we could be together completely. We must have been doing something that kept us apart, something wrong and we did not realize it until it was to late. But fate just kept giving us more chances to get it right.
This is my story, or ours I should say. I’m not sure that they will be told in the right order, but I will start with the one that we have the most memory of, the most detail. It reads much like a story from a romance novel… full of passion, drama, death and of course love. But that is how we remembered it, so it must be true.