199
199 days until I marry my best friend, my soul mate, and love of my life. 199 days until I say “I do” to the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Even though we met kind of uniquely and our first date was amazing I don’t want to bore you with the details of how it all started. Instead I want to share one crazy theory we have about our relationship.
Years before I even knew Joe existed I was sort of seeing a guy who loved WWII stuff. The airplanes, the war, the music, pretty much the whole era was fascinating to him and although I had never really delved deep into the history I too had always loved those things. Long story short it didn’t work out, obviously, but after talking with him a lot about this era I started having a reoccurring dream. Maybe the conversations triggered something subconsciously, maybe it was completely random but it happened nonetheless.
Every few nights I would have the same exact dream. It was always in that sepia tone where you can kind of tell the colors but there’s this tint to the whole picture. It started with me walking towards a train station in a red dress with my hair all done up and red lipstick, the works. I stand there for a moment and then see a man walking off a train and I run to him. The man’s face is always fuzzy but he’s always about 5’9, medium build and for some reason I can tell he had blonde/dirty blonde hair. He was dressed in a WWII military uniform and had wings pinned to his chest like an airman. We hug and kiss and then he picks up his duffle bag and we start walking down a dirt road hand in hand away from the station. And then I wake up.
Fast forward a few years and I meet Joe, 24 years old at the time, about 5’8, maybe 5’9, medium build, blonde hair and a love for WWII and all things airplanes. It took a while for things to click, especially since I didn’t learn about his love for WWII for quite some time.
At first I wasn’t sure if I should say anything. I mean come on, who believes in past lives, let alone thinks their dream is a memory? But somehow I knew Joe would understand or at least not laugh in my face.
So one night while we were snuggled up just talking I mustered up the courage and told him the story. He took it all in and didn’t say anything for a few moments. I thought for sure he was figuring out how to tell me he thought I was crazy. But when he opened his mouth to speak it was with a smile. He said “Well that explains a lot”. I just looked at him wondering what he meant. He could tell I wasn’t grasping what he was saying so he went on to explain.
It finally made sense why it had always seemed like we had known each other forever. It made sense why our conversations were so effortless, how somehow we both understood each other on a whole different level. How even after just talking we knew we had to be in each other’s lives. And how even though he had just met me, Joe knew he was going to marry me the moment he saw me in that bookstore.
Now yes it may seem a little far-fetched, but I am a full believer in past lives and even though we usually don’t remember them, memories can sneak in. Have you ever been absolutely in love with a certain era, and you could almost see yourself in a time like that? Or for some reason something seems so familiar but you can’t figure out why? Maybe it was a past life… maybe you really did live in that time and little memories are seeping into your new life.
Because we both love the era of WWII so much and feel at home when we listen to music from that time or feel reminiscent when we see pictures, Joe and I are convinced we each had a past life here in the US in the 1940’s. And if that’s not crazy enough, we believe we shared this life and had a relationship at that time as well.
So now, we have this thing, whenever one of us is feeling down or when the conversation about death comes up we remind each other that we were together once and found each other again and one day in another life we will find each other again because we are the true definition of soulmates.
Have you met your soulmate?
Day to Day with Britni J 