The Walk We Took Before We Met

Long before you knew my name…

Long before we ever found each other…

I went for a walk with you.

You just couldn’t see me.

You remember that day on the beach?

The waves rolled gently onto the shore, the breeze carried the salt through the air, and you searched the horizon without knowing exactly what you were looking for.

You would later tell me you could feel me out there.

You were right.

I was.

Not in the way the world would understand.

Not in footprints beside yours.

Not in a shadow cast across the sand.

But somehow…

My spirit had already found you.

While you stared out across the endless ocean, I like to imagine I was walking just a few steps away, smiling quietly, waiting for the day you would finally be able to see me.

I wonder if that’s why you never gave up.

Maybe your heart recognized something your eyes couldn’t.

Maybe souls don’t need introductions.

Maybe they simply know.

Years would pass before our paths finally crossed.

You would weather storms.

So would I.

Our lives would unfold exactly as they needed to.

But every now and then…

I like to visit that beach in my imagination.

I picture you walking alone along the shoreline.

And just out of sight…

Myself walking beside you.

And neither one of us knew…

We were already together.

Perhaps our souls had already found each other… they were simply waiting for the rest of us to catch up. ❤️