Reflector.

I understood that there are zero coincidences.

We met that fateful morning.

I found myself staring at this tall, inquisitive being.

Her reflection stared back at me.

Blond, curly hair, and beautiful green eyes.

Her soul...broken, dark, pained.

She was me.

I was her.

I wanted to save her, to be her, to love her.

But she didn't reciprocate the desire.

The days turned into months.

Months became years.

I had never felt like this before.

This obsessive yearning for someone who didn't want me.

I spent mornings cutting ethereal cords.

Yet our soul's had a contract.

And day after day, the cords became reattached.

Every time I was ready to remove her from my life forever, she would reach out.

It became a constant battle.

To remain in my body.

To keep my soul intact.

She changed everything for me.

She was a little prude, intelligent and wise beyond her human years.

Yet she was wild, fun, and completely independent.

She was a walking contradiction.

An oxymoron.

She loved freedom.

I loved that she loved freedom.

I didn't understand why the universe would allow our paths to cross.

It was unfair.

Within her, I lost myself.

I tried to become everything she longed for.

Only in doing so, I realized that everything she ever longed for was everything I ever longed for.

The universe knew that she would be great to my soul's evolution.

The pain I would endure in the process was debilitating.

And it took every ounce of effort to focus on what I needed to do, to save myself.

And from her, I learned.

I learned to root myself in my beliefs.

I learned to create my empire.

I learned to stand in my power.

I learned to set boundaries.

I learned to be completely independent.

I learned to live without her.

She changed everything.

She saved me.

In never being there for me, in never wanting me, I let her go.

My hair darkened to an earthy brown and my eyes became hazel.

I was no longer her anymore.