The Relativity of Time

We, humans, trees, rocks, plants, and animals are the Universe observing itself. If that’s the case, then we too are witnessing our own construction and demise. Every single planet, solar system, and galaxy is us witnessing ourselves just in different forms.

We are the planets and the stars in space and we are forever growing into other life forms unfathomable to our minds in the moment.

Unfortunately, I am ‘The Lovers’ major arcana number six, and I do have the ‘writers’ number tail on my destiny matrix’s chart. Maybe I was put here on this planet at the same time as you to observe my heart in another life form.

I am grateful to the Universe that out of the infinite timelines I could’ve been born in, I was born here in the same one as you.

We may not be physically near each other at the moment, although with all of the possibilities considered, we are extremely closer than Saturn is to the Sun. Or than Pluto is to Earth. Or even Mercury to Neptune. At least we’re on the same planet. Sure we’re in different continents, different time zones, and even different languages but we’re so lucky to have that short distance between us.

I don’t want to be Mercury and I don’t want you to be Neptune. I want us to be as exactly as we are now and when the time is right, we’ll meet and you’ll feel just as I do now.

Maybe I am romanticizing everything and maybe you’re not the person I am making you out to be in my head. But also, isn’t that the greatest thing about us? Here in between these pages, you can be anything I want you to be. We can be Jupiter and Saturn, or Earth and Mars, even Uranus and Neptune.

I keep writing you these love letters and those are the only words that are demanding to be written. I try to put out these other great love stories together but the thing I keep coming back to is you.

Could I be considered a writer if the only thing I can write is a love letter to someone who won’t ever read it?

Will I ever be able to write the next greatest novel of all time or am I simply doomed to put all of my feelings for you in a letter and cross my fingers for the best? Maybe someday I can put these letters in a book and put it out there so maybe, one day, if the Universe allows, you will be able to read it and have an inkling that these words are meant for you.

I don’t know many things about life or the world, but I do know one thing, when we meet, you will feel it. You’ll smile and your soul will dance with joy at having found its heart in another life form. Our eyes will meet and you’ll stop in your tracks, turn your body towards me, and smile with tears in your eyes at having found something that people can only dream about.

The sun will shine brighter, the flowers will bloom bigger, and our bodies will physically relax at having found our other half.

Eight billion and counting people in this world, infinite time realities that we could’ve lived in and yet, here we are. With only very few things in between us.

We once occupied the same space before and although you may not have been consciously aware of it at the moment, your soul knew. You cried that night with an overwhelming emotion and even took a picture of my seat in the background. Your head was tilted directly above it.

The Universe wants us together and so do you and I.

I know we won’t last forever, our bodies will soon decay and we shall both enter the ground one day and yet, I still love you. I hide in books and behind words, the pages shunning me from a harsh world and yet, I’d gladly join this world if you reached out your hand.

We’re on opposite sides of the world right now, you’re out living your life and I am living mine. We are so drastically different and cannot be any farther apart shall we wish it. This will make it all the more enjoyable when we finally get to spend the rest of our lives together.

Why am I writing this? I had to get it out of my head. I also cannot stop picturing you and how much I feel when I look at you. I imagine you’ll feel the same way about me one day very soon. Maybe this letter is me manifesting again. We shall see, they always say hindsight is better than foresight.

Despite our pointless existence, our dying planet floating meticulously in space to a place where it will finally rest, I still love you.

Even though time itself is a made-up human construct to try and control something that can never be, I will patiently wait however long for you, for us.

We have never personally met yet but we have been mirroring each other our whole lives. I’ve manifested you in every way I know how and I’m sure you will love me; not because I said so, but because it’s already written in the stars. Our paths will cross time and time again and we shall forever be entwined in the multiple realities of the Universe.

This is my love letter to you. A letter you will never read, you will never even know of its existence and yet I will write it anyway. I write this as I picture you in my mind and a smile on my face, you are my soulmate as I am yours until the very end of time itself.

Does this make me a coward? I may never openly express these feelings anywhere else as I am afraid of being perceived but as I am growing older, I want to push myself. See how far I'll go and how great I can become. Only time will tell and let's see how much I have left of it.