I remember the very first time I met you. You were blonde. You had freckles that covered your cheeks. Your smile was a bright as the sun. You were not much taller than I. When I saw you, you were passing me on the streets. You were talking with some friends, and you bumped into me. You said you were sorry and then you left. I felt a tight pull towards you. I don’t know if you felt it. I do know that I was supposed to meet you. I never had gotten your name. I searched for you amongst the streets at the same place and the same time. I never found you again.

I spent many days, weeks, months and years looking for you. I never saw you again.

          That was the first time that I knew that I was supposed to be with you. I knew that I had to travel across many lifetimes just to find you. Later on, I found out that your name was Henry. Your name rolled off of my tongue easily. It stayed on my mind forever. I had always wondered where or when I would meet you next.

          In one life, you were the wind and I was a red balloon. You were gentle then. On bad days you weren’t as gentle. You let anger take over you. You had found me when I was about to fall. You had lifted me up and took me with you. You grabbed my hand and never let me go. Our life ended with me leaving you behind. It was not my choice. It was how it was supposed to happen.

          I wanted to hear you say my name. I wanted to hear how sweet it would be once it rolled off your tongue. I wanted to know how soft your lips were once they touched mine. I wanted to know how your fingers feel once they touch me. I wanted nothing more than to be with you for another lifetime. I wanted to see you again. I wanted you. I need you.

          In another life, you were a small star in this galaxy. I was a wanderer. I had no place to go. I had no home. You were my home. You guided me to a safe place every single night. You gave me comfort in the last hours of the night and early hours of the morning. I stopped wandering when you left for the day. You shined the brightest. You were my only reason to keep going. If you had died out, I would have too. In this life as well, I had left you again.

           In life number seventeen, I watched you destroy yourself. I watched you jump off the roof of the school. I watched you get beat and bullied. I watched you and did nothing to stop you. I simply could have fallen with you. I could have died with you as well. That is what it felt like after you had died. I died. I was dying from the inside out. I was dying without you.  You had left me this time. I know now how you felt every time that I had left you.

          On the twenty-fifth life, I had barely met you. I had almost missed you. You were lost. You didn’t know where you were going. I asked if you needed help. You didn’t reply to me. You fainted right then. I called for help. The ambulance had come to take you away. They would let me go with you, so I went to the hospital. When I asked for you, the nurse asked me how I was related to you. I lied and said we were boyfriends. She had a questioning look on her face, but let me see you anyway.  I saw you lying in the hospital bed. You were asleep. All of these wires were attached to you, and I wish that you didn’t have them.

          The doctor had come in and told me that you fainted from the cold and malnutrition.  I nodded my head. He asked me why I wasn’t taking care of you. I lied and said that you ran away from your parents’ house. He only wrote down some things and left.

          I was left alone with you. You looked so broken, yet so beautiful. I sat in the seat beside your bed and touched your hand. Your hands were soft unlike mine. I played with your fingers as I watched the television. You didn’t wake up that night. In the morning, you did. I watched you slowly open your eyes. You were confused. You looked at me and smiled softly. It was as if you knew me for a long time.

“Hello,” I said.

“Where am I?” you asked.

“At the hospital, you fainted. I didn’t know what else to do,” I explained.

“Who are you?” you questioned.

“Zhoumi,” I said softly.

“Zhoumi,” you repeated.

          I nodded. I liked the way my name rolled off your tongue. I liked the way you smiled at me when you woke up. It was as if you were making up for the times we never or barely met. That day was the best day so far.

          I watched you get better. I knew that my time was going end here. I was going to leave you. You didn’t need me anymore. It was time for me to leave. I had done my job, so now it was time for me to go.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I have to go now. I can’t stay here anymore,” I said.

“But you said that we would be together forever,” you said.

“And I mean that. I mean every bit of it. In another life, we would be together,” I said.

“Why not this life? Why not right now?” you asked.

“Because you deserve so much better than me, I’m nothing,” I said.

“I deserve you. You deserve me. Don’t think otherwise,” you said.

“Henry,” I whispered.

“Stay. Stay with me. Don’t leave me. Let me live with you. Let me be with you,” you pleaded.

          I wanted things to work out. I wanted to be with you. I want to be with you. I never want to leave you. I want you to live with me, but I also don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to leave you or you leave me. I want us to be together.

          You took my hand held it tightly. You didn’t want me to go, not did I want to go. You told me that you’ll die if I left. I don’t want that. I want us to spend the rest of our lives together. This is our last life together. I want to spend it with you, but the fear of losing you again is still there.

“Everything is going to be okay,” you said.

          I smiled softly at you. You smiled back. We finally met. We finally got a chance to be together. We get to spend another life together. I know that I should enjoy the moments we spend together, but I’m still scared. I always will be.

“Zhoumi is it time to go home?” you asked.

A/N: sorry if it's not good. I'm getting back into the hang of writing again. I hope you guys like it. Happy Birthday to my Aunt!!!!!!! This is actually her birthday present from me to her. I hope she has a good one and that she likes this!