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The Tale of Two Twin Flames
What a twin flame relationship looks like from the inside
Their love did not feel like a choice, but rather like it chose them. It was an ordinary type of Sunday when the two met, she was doing laundry, and he was out walking his dog. A chance meeting, led by fate.
As she walked up the block to her apartments, half-blinded by her large laundry bag she didn't see him coming, and his dog, a normally well-behaved Australian Shepherd pulled on his leash so hard it caused them to collide. The laundry bag fell, clean clothes strewn on the sidewalk.
“I’m so sorry, I don't know what came into him, Merlin stay, let me help you.”As he continued to apologize and help with the laundry she noticed he seemed familiar, she must have seen him around the neighborhood, a store, the coffee shop, the beach.
“We’re new here, well not to the city but to the neighborhood. I’m so sorry.” He held out her favorite burgundy sweater, it looked sad and crumped.
“It’s alright, I’m fine.” She managed to say shaking off the feeling, he was new here, how odd he would seem so familiar. He must remind me of someone. That had to be it.
“Can I help you? Carry that? Is your car nearby?”
