ðHave you ever met your soulmate?
Someone so special that no matter what happens, you canât let go.
Meeting such a person can be mysterious, bittersweet, and yet filled with warmth. ð¶
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ðšâð« When I first met him at the language school classroom, I was just a regular student.
Wearing casual clothes, feeling nervous, he greeted me with a gentle smile.
Rose: âNice to meet you. Iâm Rose.âð€
Jack: âNice to meet you, Rose. Welcome.âð€
That was how Jack and I began.
My English wasnât fluent, and I often felt like a baby struggling to express myself.
But he always watched over me kindly, sensing what I wanted to say, and gently putting it into words.
One day during one of our lessons, Jack handed me a few sheets of paper.ð
Jack: âI made these for you. Theyâre based on what we talked about last week. Thought they might help.âð
Rose: âOh⊠thank you⊠Theyâre beautiful.âðð
Those were worksheets designed so we could enjoy conversations together.
The papers he made for me gently lit a warm light deep in my heart.ð
Jackâs kindness touched my heart, and I always looked forward to our lessons.ð¥°
But a few months later, sudden news shook my world.
My son was diagnosed with a serious illness, and I had to suddenly return to Japan.
When I quit the language school, I worked with the staff to change my schedule and informed Jack.
It was sudden, and I couldnât even say âSorry for the sudden changeâ properly in English. I still remember feeling sorry about that.
A few days after that schedule change, Jack gave me a small gift and a message card during class.ðð§§ð
Inside were his kind wishes for my sonâs recovery and warm words that touched my heart deeply.
I couldnât hold back my tears.ð
Then Rose went back to Japan. The moment the midnight flight quietly took off, saying goodbye to him was so heartbreaking that I still remember it vividly.âïžðð¢
After that, he left Singapore and returned to Australia.âïž
We parted ways, each returning to our own countries.
âžïž Over ten years later ïŒa vision of the futureïŒ
When we talked again after so long, I asked him:
Rose: âI was like a baby in class, wasnât I?â
Jack: âYes, I remember well. Even when you struggled, you gave it your all.â
Even after all these years, he remembered my words.
Among so many students, he remembered me.
One day, in a place where time felt like a dream, we met again.
It was somewhere real, but also felt like a high hill where clouds seemed close enough to touch, with a white temple-like building.
The wind brushed my cheeks, and soft light gently showered down as we laughed together.
Rose: âIs this really real?â
Jack: âIt is. But when Iâm with you, the world feels a little more special.â
Jack: âHey, do you think weâve met somewhere before?â
Rose: âYes. Even if weâre reborn again and again, I think we share a bond that wonât break.â
Jack: âI donât know why, but from the very beginning, you felt familiar.â
I knew.
We had been lovers in Franceð«ð·âïž during a war.ð±ââïžð©
We had also been siblings in another time.
Both times born into noble families, tossed by the waves of historyðŠð§
Still, here we are, meeting again.
Somewhere in this world, where the clouds are within reach.
We have found each other once more.ð€
ð»This story is a fictional tale inspired by feelings and imagination.
Thank you very much for reading.
2025.5.27âOliveR
