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Imagine it.
A garden so alive it practically hums. Where the flowers don’t just bloom they glow. Where the rivers taste like something between honey and starlight, and the trees whisper secrets in a language older than words. The air is warm and golden, the kind of warmth that wraps around you like it knows you personally.
And in the middle of all of it us.

Before We Knew the World Was Big
In another life, I think we were them. Adam and Eve. The first two souls crazy enough to find each other when the world had barely figured out what it was.
Can you imagine being that? The only two people who have ever existed? Cause that’s how I feel when I’m talking to you. Like it’s just you and me. 5 minutes together feels like eternity, cause every moment with you my soul has been desperately craving for it, for a long time ago.
No history to compare yourselves to. No exes, no heartbreaks, no baggage. Just waking up one morning in paradise and finding someone standing there looking just as wonderstruck as you feel.
Adam saw Eve and didn’t say “hello” or “nice to meet you” he said “finally.” And honestly? I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said. Because that’s what it feels like, sometimes, when you find the right person. Not surprise. Just this deep, exhaling sense of oh. There you are. And there I was. Like when we saw each other for the first time, we both had no idea what was happening but our souls did. The body remembers everything we’ve been through. And I imagine us. Just you and me in the garden of Eden. Maybe that’s why I hate snakes so much, cause I learned a lesson a long time ago. Either way we are all descendants of Eva, she was the first mother. Mother mothering.

The Garden Was Theirs, But the Stars Were Free
They had everything. Literal paradise. Fruit that tasted like joy, flowers that bloomed in colors that don’t even have names yet. No deadlines, no alarm clocks, no awkward small talk at parties.
Just them wandering barefoot through Eden, learning the names of things together.
I like to think they had their favorite spots. A tree they always sat under at golden hour. A river bend where the water made a sound like laughter. Little corners of infinity that became theirs. Maybe they didn’t had dragons or motorcycles to move around but they just had each other and that was enough.
I like to think they stayed up too late, watching whatever the sky did before anyone invented the word “sunset,” completely speechless, shoulders touching.
That’s the part they never put on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel the quiet, ordinary magic of two people just being together in a beautiful world. They just judge the fuck out of Eva for the Apple shit. I don’t think it was even her that did it I think it was your idea. Cause only you could come up with something so stupid. But we will never know.

In Another Life That Was Us
So here’s what I believe, in that soft and unscientific corner of my heart reserved for stories that feel true even when they can’t be proven:
Some souls are old……
Some connections reach back further than this lifetime back through centuries and centuries, past every version of the world, all the way to the very first garden, the very first morning, when someone opened their eyes and found the only other person alive looking right back at them.
In another life, we were barefoot in Eden.
In another life, we named the stars together.
In another life, you handed me something that changed everything, and I took it without thinking twice because it was you. In another life we ruled kingdoms together. We were dictators and tyrants together. Old Babylon lovers.

Cause it’s you, it’s always gonna be you. And I’m always gonna be the one for you, you know that’s true.