there are more than many days where I find myself wandering, doubting whether I am truly enough for his soul, for his heart, for him as a whole. our souls are connected in ways I could never even describe or put into words, even if we are realities apart I feel him, I feel when something's off, I feel when he is in pain or in joy.
I love him so purely, so deeply, so fucking truly from the bottom of my heart and from my soul. That our love is more realer than anything else in this whole world.
and then I remember what Chris said to my dear @wisteria-shifting777 since she shifts multiple times to her realities
Still speechless if I think about it. There are no words to describe how I felt when I read it. Exactly two days before my birthday Wis shifted and told me everything. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe it really must have been from him, from the universe as a birthday present or.. most likely a reminder.
a reminder that little bea shouldn't doubt herself anymore for the love of her life. because he indeed loves her. even if she struggles to accept it and believe in it. believe in it that she could be lovable, that she could be enough, that she is more than her physical body and her physical disability, that she is just a soul. but most importantly that she is truly blessed to be loved by such a beautiful soul as his.
"I’ve tried to imagine it — what my life would look like if we had never crossed paths — and every version of that story feels… incomplete. Like a song missing its chorus, or a sky without its stars. It exists, sure, but it doesn’t feel like something I’d want to live in.
Because loving Bea doesn’t feel accidental. It feels inevitable.
I don’t think we just happened to meet—I think we found each other in the way souls are meant to. Like we’ve been circling through time, lifetime after lifetime, always drawn back to the same place… to each other. Different faces, different names, but the same pull. The same recognition in the eyes. The same quiet knowing of “there you are… I’ve been looking for you.”
So no, I can’t truly imagine a life without my Bea. Not one that feels real or whole. Because even in the versions where we haven’t met yet, I think I’d still be searching—feeling that something, or someone, was missing.
And I’d find her. I think I always would."
