The first time we met was many, many years ago. I was a citizen of France. The only daughter of a wealthy and ritzy family. I never did like all the pomp of the lifestyle- but it did allow me to have more freedom to do with my time as I wished. I loved to paint. I would spend hours and hours in front of a canvas painting the places in my mind. I always wanted to see the world and how different landscapes looked in the many different sunsets. I was terrified of being married off, locked in a house, and never seeing the beauty of the world. You my dear were a citizen of Germany, also the product of a wealthy family. You were well educated, handsome, and well respected. You were into making the best of you time and experiences but did not want to settle down and certainly not with a plain, ordinary, average bride or lifestyle. You enjoyed hunting, fishing, reading, history, and were a collector of beautiful things through out Europe and longed to sail around the world in search of beautiful things everywhere. One day while shopping throughout the market in France you came across a painting. It was of a young girl looking into a giant sand glass watch that held not sand- but everything she longed for. All the beauty, and truth, and wonder of the world. So close but glass separated her from her wishes, and like time, her dreams seemed to be passing her by. Nobody really understood the painting- it was not popular in that time. However, for some reason this particular painting on this particular day mesmerized you and you knew you had to have it. As it is- the painting was not for sale- but just being transferred to another house. A young girl came and took it from your eyes. You questioned her about it and she was amazed that you noticed it. I was struck but your honesty and your eyes, blue almond shaped eyes. You purchased the painting and shortly after won my heart. We were completely in love with each other and were married fairly soon. We did not intend to have a normal life and set off on your sailboat to see the wonders of the world; to collect and to paint. However, while on the Pacific we were captured by pirates, and not the moral kind. They took everything of value including me. You fearfully begged them to release me, that you would give them all your treasures for your love. As it is the only thing that could save me was for true love to be tested. So, you were cursed to the sea for 100 years. So in your love- and in my defiance- you agreed. Thus the first time we were separated was due to a curse.
The second time we met was many, many years later. I was born of a Spaniard father and Indian mother, her name was Desert Rose. You were the grandson of a European man that had come to the new world in search of gold and adventure. Again neither one of us fit into the time period. At the age of 21 my mother was killed by another Indian tribe. My father, not knowing what to do with me arranged for me to be sent back to Spain, and marry a far removed cousin. I ran to escape a lifetime of bitterness, a new country and way of life, and a foreign idea of love and marriage. And you- who could never fit into the days constraints, over time became an outlaw. You believed in progress but respected history, the people, and loved the land, especially the desert. From the age of 23 you never had a stable home and all though you loved your family, you did not want to repeat their way of life. Your heart searched for something more- but never sure what you were looking for. So you traveled all around from tribe to village. And because you did not have a steady job or income- you at times did not act in a way that respected the long arm of the law. So, you were usually on the run from someone or something. Your intentions were always right but your motives never were understood. So solo, you drifted along. One day on the run from the locals in the Republic of Texas you went down to Mexico. You were on a hill and saw some lights. Your horse, Levi, was in desperate need of a rest and you were in desperate need of a hard drink. It looked like your place from the start; rough and rowdy. The sign said Rosa's Cantina- and like a soft whisper it lured you in. Right away our eyes met. And as I whirled- you smiled. We fell in love from the start and for weeks we would sneak off on your horse and kiss while watching the stars. You would tell me later that you loved my dark, long hair and big eyes. And I told you that I could see your spirit and heart through your blue eyes. I still had much of my Indian heritage- and all though you never admitted it, my history, and the idea of it was very romantic to you. We knew each other from the beginning somehow and felt the intensity like a bolt of lightning, so we chose to follow our hearts. As it is one day on the run- you came to see me one last time. Our love at that time was so strong that later, a song was actually written about us that is still sung today. But alas, true to the song, you were shot and so the second time we met- death separated us.
Many, Many, many years later we met again. It was present day and we were both doing what was expected and attending University. We met and were drawn together but like a pre-cursor, unavoidable things kept us apart. We finally shared our first kiss at the stroke of 2003. We were inseparable- like we knew that time was short and that were trying to make up for all the past time apart. We talked, laughed, fought, camped, sang, sat, bowled, cooked, ate, drove together. Always together. We had our whole future- whole life to do what we pleased. Although we still often felt we did not belong in that time period- we never had any roadblocks. It seemed so simple for you to follow your heart, and to be a joy to everyone around you. Like a moth to light- I just desired to be in your presence. I loved looking at the world and the people in it through your eyes. You made me re-evaluate the importance of life- and what I chose to put in my life. You loved my heart. You said it was amazing and knew no limits of the amount of love it could pump. We were young, and shook to our core with new feelings and emotions. We drowned in each other and then realizing this- started to look at what else we wanted in our lives; travel, education, friends, family, work, art, God, marriage, other girls, other boys, time, money, the future. And, as is anything with too many options- we fell apart. And you know the full story. The luster and glitter of life separated us the third time.
Dear love, I wonder if we will ever meet again in the future; many, many, many years later. By then we will all be living on the moon. I hope that we do and that we will remember everything from the past when we meet again. That while looking into the universe and all the glory it holds- we will remember our very first sailing trip- as newlyweds- on our voyage across the world, and how the sky looked from the middle of the pacific. And then our second meeting, horseback riding in the dead of night through Mexico. Don't you remember, the sky was filled with shooting stars? And then the third time- while camping in Big Bend. The sky was so close we could reach the stars. I dearly do hope to meet again darling; you still with your almond blues and me with my big browns.

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