The Perfect Fit - A Psychic Romance, Laney's Past Life & Love

by Gister, TY

Lawrence moved and we started to make our way along the wooded pathway. God I hope this isn't a massive waste of time. (Oops welcome back brain!) But even if it is, it's nice to be spending time together again. He's so supportive about the whole idea and it feels as if we're even closer than before. His excitement about the prospect is very infectious.

  The ground is overgrown and uneven and I've been walking head down keeping an eye on the path, as Lawrence stops, I almost bump right into the back of him.

  "Look!"

  Holding on to his shoulders, I lean around him to see what it is and can't help gasping. There it is! Exactly as I'd drawn it and I've never been here before in my life - well not this life.

  The mountains are clearly marked against the hazy sky, one peak and there are the steps alongside it. After a few silent moments Lawrence turns, kissing me again. Then pulling me forwards again, "Come on, the lake is just a bit further on". Whether it is just excitement or the discovery of finding that this place really does exist, I don't know but my heart rate has accelerated and I'm impatient as he is to see more.

  The path soon opens out and there is the lake, majestically waiting for us to find her, perfectly framed by grass and trees. It looks magical, unreal almost. Still holding hands we start to walk around the lake, my eyes are searching for the spot I had seen in my mind.

  About half way round a rocky outcrop catches my eye. "We're close. I remember this, I've seen this before." As we round the bend, there it is; the shale covered piece of ground that led down into the lake.

  "I need to sit down, there's so much to take in". It was all real.

  "OK." Lawrence putting his bag down sits beside me.

  "It's beautiful isn't it?"

  "Yeh." We sit silently for some time, words seem irrelevant right now. There's a lot to take in and there's part of me trying to make sense of it all. But by far the bigger part is just happy to be sat here, as if I've finally come home. I get such a sense of peace and an almost tangible feeling of love. It's as if my spirit is rejoicing and my heart is bursting with a love that I've not felt for such a long time. Tears form in my eyes. Tears of joy. They are so warm and I am so glad to be feeling them, my heart is crying but not at something lost; at something found.

  As they slowly trickle down my cheeks, I absolutely know that we are never alone and that whatever name we call it, something is always there for us. It's as if my heart has reached out and touched the universe, a universe forged in love. This is a moment I will remember forever.

  As I look down into the water, I suddenly know that this feeling itself is a memory. I can see an image of me in that previous life. Saddened by the death of Jeanne Pierre and deciding to live alone for the rest of that particular life I had spent many hours by the lake. But believing in the afterlife I had wished long and hard that in future reincarnations I would always know what love was. What it really was. I had sent a future blessing out to myself despite the loss I had been feeling back then. This was a gift from my soul, my spirit to me.

  Words cannot come close to describing how this feels, it's as if every cell in my body is kissed by love and the warmth that physically flushes my heart and body is real, the second I feel it, I'm moved to gentle tears of joy. To know that such love is truly possible for me and for us all is a treasure few people find. I know this an absolute gift.

  Lawrence reaches over and covers my hand with his. He can see I don't want to move or talk right now and the warmth of his hand is a caring reassurance. I softly pull him closer and lean against him as he puts his arm around my shoulder. I am so glad he brought me here and that I have remembered. We sit like this for some time.

  Lawrence had picked up a small stick and had been scratching idly in the sand. I'm ready to move too and have another look around.

  "Come on let's explore a bit more." He moves to reach for his bag

  "Leave the bag here, we won't go far. I just want to walk for a bit."

  As I reach down to give him a hand up, I can see what he has been scratching. Another image flashes a light in my mind. "I've seen that too! But not here on the shore." I look around, "Through there!" I pull him up the verge and towards an overgrown tangle of bushes and small trees.

  It was only four simple lines, two upright side by side and two horizontal underneath. I push the small branches out of the way, keen to get where I want to go." Laney, there's nothing here, where are we going?"

  "There is, just a second, there - look" I pointed to the entrance of what looked like a cave, but it wasn't deep enough to be a real cave. It was a hollow recess in the rocky outcrop that offered shelter.

  "Down here."

  "What?"

  "Lay down." Already on the floor I pull him downwards. I have no doubts now. We lie with our heads towards the rocky wall, facing up to the sky, which can just be seen through the dappled cover of tiny leaves. It's a great hiding place. Wiggling to get more comfortable I put my hands above my head and feel for what I know is there.

  "Yes, you're right, I remember too" and with that Lawrence throws his hand above his head, feeling along the surface of the wall too. "Here, it's here! God, Laney, it's here!"

  Grabbing my hand he guides it to the scratched indentations in the surface. Two vertical lines side by side and two vertical underneath. Jeanne Pierre had carved the two upright marks in our second summer together, to show we stood side by side and this was our place. Then as the children came along they were the vertical lines underneath. Lawrence had remembered too.

  We both lay there, feeling the gouges with our fingers, as we had done many years before. It had been a simple gesture but one filled with meaning, Jeanne Pierre had said that the stone would remember our love forever.

  Lawrence took my hands and brought them back down to his heart, holding them there. Looking into each other's eyes we silently witness the moment. This is for real. We are for real. Leaning over to kiss me, I can see tears forming in his eyes. His lips reveal the depth of his love in the gentlest way. I pull him closer to me and hold him tight, holding on to the magic and the mystery.

  Eventually we move, making our way back to the lake. The sun stands proud, further up in the sky now and the haze has given out to beautiful sunshine. Lawrence unzips the bag pulling out a rug and lays it out on the ground.

  "Here, sit down."

  He continues to unpack the bag, with all sorts of goodies. Cheese, grapes, wine and a baguette, it looks fabulous, I hadn't realised how hungry I was.

  "And this is for you."

  He hands me an apple. I smile and take it, aware of the gesture and the significance. I slowly reach out and take it from him, putting it to one side, the apple can wait.

  I pull him close and kiss him. I want to kiss him, hold him and love him. I want to feel him and his love inside me. We are both suddenly fuelled and ignited, each kiss adding to the intensity. It's as if every cell in my body is reaching out for him. I can feel in his touch his own passion powerfully erupting. We make the most beautiful love, a perfect climax to a lifetime's longing.

  Chapter 11

  It's been a while since I've written in my journal. There's quite a lot to catch up on. That afternoon in France I will savour forever. We made love more than once, it was as if we had no words for what we were sensing or feeling. There was a lot to take in, the fact that we had lived and loved before. The way we met and nearly broke up, the fact we could effortlessly feel so strongly about each other. Thinking about it now, my heart seemed to talk straight to his. I'd thought the fluttering were nerves or excitement but they were - they are, more than that. They are still there, every time I think about him, talk about him or see him. It happens without trying and I love it. My spirit is so happy to know him and it feels like I've always known him, as if we came from the same place originally, even thoug
h I have no idea where that place might be. I don't care. I'm in love and I love being in love.

  We are both feeling and sharing what love truly feels like. As if we've both stepped into the most beautiful flowing river of loving energy and it is kissing every aspect of our lives. Up until now I think I must have been walking on a rough bank beside the river and sometimes out of sight of it completely; a barren and rocky place. I don't know for sure, but I would say that many of us spend our lives there, not knowing that the river exists at all.

  Lawrence and I have been living together for several months now. He encouraged me to use my journal as the basis for my book and to write about us finding each other. I've never had such support and belief in me and I feel truly blessed. I wonder if somehow an angel came along and kissed my life. I do think I was withdrawing from life and if things had continued as they were I may well have just drifted quietly away.

  Lawrence opened a window for me, one that had long been shut. The moment that curtain was lifted, my heart remembered what love was. It burst back into life and I knew I wanted to feel that way in every aspect of my life.

  My first book has been published in several countries and I can't wait to write more. I'm in love with life and my spirit bursts with happiness. I've finally found me, the real me and I know without doubt the same love is there for all of us, once tasted it can never be truly forgotten.

  Years may come and time may go

  Yet love has seen it through

  Quietly she slept unkissed

  And waited just for you

  She shared our joy and felt our pain

  And watched our paths divide

  But reunited here and now

  I feel her deep inside