WRITER III

Those of us who can perceive visions are usually considered fanciful or imaginative. And though I stopped caring about what other people think or say about me a long time ago, I have to admit that when I saw your video, I tried to keep the visions to myself as much as possible.

I’m going to start with that afternoon in July because although this is a story that crosses dimensions and time frames, the truth is that today we are living in a life where time is linear. That July afternoon, I was out of my house, spending a few days at my parents’ because I had decided to change the floors and paint the walls of my house. 

I was enjoying a gray winter day reading in bed when I decided to take a break and play around with my phone. I checked what the people who appeared on social media were doing. Everything seemed monotonous to me. My screen paraded photos, videos, identical content multiplied in series. From the sequence of videos that I saw before coming to yours, what caught my attention was that they happened within an event. And given the context of a global pandemic, a massive event seemed to me, at least, something different. Then your video came. You were caught up in a conversation that I hardly remember nor could I retain because the stimulus that shook my Soul was visual. What I saw, however, I didn’t see with my eyes. I saw it with my Soul. I saw a very bright light around your body, like a white silhouette around your arms and your head. You were radiant.

I didn’t doubt it. I replied to that video, and I asked who you were. Immediately, our friend texted back. I thought it was curious that we both had the same name. That night, I went to sleep comfortably, feeling like a special chapter in my life was about to start.

The next day I insisted on knowing more about you. My best friend confirmed my original idea: you two would have an incredible love story if you met, she said. And I smiled because I already knew.

That same night I had dinner with my mom. I smiled again when she casually named your last name. Finding out that your brothers went to school with my brothers seemed funny. I asked my mom -slyly- about you. She knew little, but she remembered your parents, your brothers, the moments shared among other memories of the past. The intrigue doubled when I woke up the next day with your decision to follow me on social media.

The days passed, and I felt you telepathically, although we didn’t speak or get in touch. As if that thread that had connected us reformed.

I knew that you were not yet aware of our telepathy. The information was a lot at moments, and I felt I was losing my mind. But there was something inside me that didn’t let me doubt. I couldn’t confirm it, but I knew there was something beyond my own understanding.

I wondered what we would feel if we got to talk to each other in real life. That’s why I replied to the photo of the flowers that you posted. And we had that short but powerful conversation. In a few lines, we said it all.