When Two Supernovas Collide

The possibility of more than simply a chance encounter filled the air on a warm, romantic September night in a dimly candle-lit room. The tall, dashing British man, with light hair and eyes a stormy sea of blue, stood at the edge of the room. He attracted everyone's attention with his strong presence and magnetic pull, but he had his eyes only on the stunning goddess who had just entered the space.

The gorgeous woman, with her brightly lit, golden green eyes and her blonde cascading hair like a silken waterfall, felt an inexplicable pull toward him. Like two magnetic forces from across the skies, it was as if the energy of their souls recognized each other, even before their eyes met. She moved gracefully through the crowd, her steps deliberate yet tentative, like a dancer testing the stage before a performance.

Their gazes finally collided, and all time seemed to stop. She reached him, and they stood in silence, their souls speaking a language that needed no words. The room around them faded into obscurity, leaving only the two of them locked in a cosmic embrace. Her eyes couldn't help but silently wonder to herself, “Who are you?”

In those next moments, they saw not just each other but the countless lifetimes they had spent together. The deep love they had shared many times, the joys and the learnings, the life lessons they had endured, all etched in each other's eyes. He watched her shapeshift from a fierce and powerful woman in one moment to a gentle, little girl he could play with as the transcendental connection continued. She was overcome with both recognition and excitement again silently wondering to herself, “Who are you?”

He extended his hand, and she placed hers in his, her fingers sliding perfectly into the spaces between his. Their hands, old lovers from lifetimes past held a conversation of their own. They spoke of trust, of familiar touch, of a connection that could never be severed by time, distance, or incarnations.

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly, his eyes never leaving hers. The touch of his lips was a delicate caress, a promise of more to come. Her eyelids fluttered in response, a silent invitation, a memory of countless stolen kisses.

And so the dance began a dance that transcended the boundaries of the physical world. Their bodies moved with a sensual synchronicity that could only be born of lifetimes of practice. He led, but she followed not out of obligation, but out of choice and an inner knowing. Their movements were poetry in motion, a narrative of passion, love, loss, and reunion.

As they danced, their gaze remained locked, and the room seemed to melt away. The universe existed in the space between their eyes. He twirled her, and she spun gracefully in his arms, her dress billowing around her like a whirlwind of stars. In that very moment, they were the center of the universe, and everything else was mere background noise. Again she heard herself silently say, “Who are you?”

Their bodies spoke the language of desire, a language that was as old as time itself. The heat of his hand on the small of her back sent shivers down her spine, a well-known sensation that echoed through the ages. She leaned in closer, her cheek against his, feeling the pulsing rhythm of his heart against her own.

The music played on, but it was the melody of their souls that truly mattered. The room was filled with the unspoken words of love, longing, recognition, passion and belonging. It was a conversation that could only be understood by two souls who had known each other in countless lifetimes past. It was as if they had returned home once again.

Within their gaze, they exchanged countless memories of the past and hope for a new future. They saw the life lessons they had learned, the tears they had shed, the families they had created, and the moments of pure, unadulterated joy. They saw the promise of a future together, a future that stretched well beyond the boundaries of this lifetime.

The music slowed, along with their movements. They moved in closer, their bodies pressed against one another, with hearts beating as one, a silent promise of more to come. He whispered in her ear, without words, a declaration of excitement and love that transcended all time and space. She sighed in response, a soft affirmation of her own. Again looking deeply into his eyes repeating the words, “Who are you?” with their breath becoming one.

After a long soft stare into each other's eyes, their lips softly met, and it was as though the universe itself had conspired to bring them together. Like two supernovas colliding, their kiss was deep and passionate, a merging of souls that longed for each other across the ages. A kiss that spoke of the love that had endured, the love that had never wavered, a soul-level kind of love that could never die.

As the kiss deepened, and their bodies melted into one, they became lost in each other. The room could have been empty, the world could have ceased to exist, and they wouldn't have noticed. In that transcendental moment, they were the only two people in the universe, the only two souls that mattered.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads remained touching, their breaths coming fast and ragged in unison. They exchanged one last look, a look that spoke of promises made and promises kept. A look that said, "I will find you again in the next lifetime, and every lifetime after that."

And then the answer to her wondering question came to her. During a meditation, in September five years prior, his soul spoke to hers letting her know that they weren't ready to meet again just yet. They were both still on their own heart healing journey and one day that would change. He reminded her then that once they came together again, they would know each other, because they had known each other, and it would feel as if two supernovas were colliding.

So with one final, lingering touch filled with intense passion, they separated, but their connection remained unbroken. The room came back into focus, and the noise of the world and others around them came rushing back in. Yet they were forever changed, two beautiful hearts who had found each other once more, a deep and profound love that had endured through countless lifetimes.

In the dimly, candle-lit space on that warm, romantic September night, a fairy tale love story that had been written in the stars was rekindled, and their worlds would never be the same again.