Perhaps our cosmic soul is simply here to learn a lesson.
Maybe our soul passes through to all the conscience universes to get a better idea of themselves.
Maybe being human is so hard because we're just here to learn a lesson.
Which I'm sure is love. I'm sure it's always love.
Maybe we have soulmates that we follow throughout the cosmos.
Or maybe we experience a new one each time.
Maybe they are our lesson to be learned.
I know nothing has taught me as much as loving another.
Nothing has ever made me feel more real than a breaking heart.
How we can love someone, so wholly, yet have separate destinies, baffles me more than any other unsolved life mystery.
What is romantic love? How would it ever have benefited us on an evolutionary perspective?
In the most sincere ways love has only ever weakened me.
It made me put another's needs before my own.
It has made me sick mentally and physically.
It has kept me up countless nights, and made me a recluse among friends.
Both the best and the worst feelings I have ever felt were due to loving another soul more than I have ever loved anything.
Is that a cosmic love? A soul that I simply cannot turn away from.
One that I have loved through space and time.
Or is that simply my greatest task here on earth.
To endure loving, and losing, a soul who set mine ablaze.