La Playa de Mi Vida

I don’t know if you remember me. We met a long time ago. We talked under the stars for awhile on a clear night. The breeze was cool from the ocean as we discovered small pieces of each other. Never had I found someone who shared my thoughts and ambitions as you did. That night we made a pact. We promised the passing of five summers and then the return to our spot on the beach under the stars. You left a mark on my soul. I wrote with you in the corner of my mind. I dreamed with your image bolstering me forward. I loved as I felt you would love. I refined my soul, I sharpened my life. I had so much to tell you.
I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a long time ago.


Funny how people have a way of retuning to our lives after we thought they were gone for good. I have always felt that everyone carries a portion of me that I need to learn from them. That is why I’m always looking to meet people. I see them as small universes that I can learn from. Some people hold small amounts, and our relationship is only meant to last a few minutes. While others posses enough to keep me around for years. I wonder why it is that some people fascinate me. What is it about their words that astound me? What is it in their mannerism that compels me? What is it about their face that makes me want to gaze forever? Why do some people capture my heart while others I pass by unaffected? What is it in the cosmos that brings certain people into my life?

In the Mormon religion we believe that we all existed before we were born, in spirit form. We had our same personalities and such characteristics, and our spirits may have resembled our physical bodies. We lived in the Pre-existence, or a place where we all were waiting for our chance to come to earth. There we had acquaintances and a circle of friends much similar to our social habits here on earth. Sometimes I wonder if the reason why I immediately feel as if I know someone after just a few words exchanged is because I may have known them before birth. Who did I know? Are any of my friends now those with whom I shared a pre-earth friendship? Will I return to that state of memory after I have completed this life, and know them again? I like to think so. I like to think that we’ll share stories of our earth lives. And maybe find a time when we met each other on earth. What if while in heaven before earth, we promised to do all we could to meet up on earth? I know that through my experiences I have met many wonderful people; who I will always carry in my heart. And then there are those that I met here on earth. That’s why I try and be as nice to people as possible. I don’t know who I’m going to meet up with after death and feel ashamed for treating them badly. Of course I keep all this in accordance with how in normal life we function. But a little kindness never hurt anyone.