She Loved Me in Every Lifetime Except This One

A Love That Spanned Centuries

I don’t remember exactly when I realized it but from a young age, I felt a strange sense of déjà vu around certain people and places. Like I’d been here before. Like I’d lived this life... or another... many times. But the one thing that always returned to me, clearer than anything else, was her.

Her smile. Her voice. The way she’d touch my hand like we’d known each other forever. Each life we lived, we found each other again. Sometimes as strangers meeting on a train, sometimes as childhood sweethearts. Once, we were lovers in 18th-century France; another time, she was a nurse and I was a wounded soldier in 1942.

Each time, our story would unfold differently, but the love was always the same. Always undeniable. Always destined.

Until now.

The Lifetime That Went Silent

In this life, I found her again. Her name is Liana. We met at a bookshop tucked away on a rainy Tuesday afternoon in the city. She reached for the same copy of “Wuthering Heights” that I did. Our fingers brushed. She looked up, and for a split second, I saw it recognition. Not the kind that comes from memory, but something deeper. Something eternal.

But then... nothing.

She smiled politely, apologized, and let me take the book. No spark. No lingering glance. No pull from the universe. I stood there, stunned. Heart racing. She walked away like I was just another face in the crowd.

That moment shattered something inside me.

Chasing a Connection That Wasn’t There

I tried to tell myself I was imagining it. Maybe it was wishful thinking. But over the following weeks, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I saw her again at a coffee shop and gathered the courage to approach her. We talked. She was kind, funny, even a little shy. But I knew she didn’t feel it.

She didn’t remember.

In every other lifetime, she’d been the one who knew first. The one who whispered things like, “I feel like I’ve met you before.” The one who reached out, even when the world said she shouldn’t. But now, I was the only one who remembered. The only one carrying the weight of our shared pasts.

We became acquaintances, then friends. I hoped something would spark. A memory. A feeling. Anything.

But it never came.

Glimpses of the Past

One night, I dreamt of a life we shared in ancient India. She was a temple dancer. I was a scribe. Our love was forbidden but fierce. We used to meet by the river under the moonlight. I wrote poems for her on papyrus leaves and buried them in jars near the banyan tree.

I woke up in tears. The emotion was too real to be imagined. I wanted to tell her, to ask if she ever had dreams like that too.

When I finally did, she laughed gently and said, “I barely remember my dreams. I think my brain’s just not wired that way.”

I smiled back, hiding the ache.

The Agony of Being Forgotten

Imagine standing in front of someone who has loved you for lifetimes who has fought wars, crossed oceans, and defied death to be with you only to see blank eyes staring back. No recognition. No spark. Just polite friendship.

I often wonder why this life is different. Did something go wrong in the cosmic plan? Did I break a rule in a past life? Or maybe... this is the life where I have to learn to love her without needing her to love me back.

Maybe this is the lifetime that tests my soul the most.

Letting Go Without Forgetting

I still see her sometimes. She’s happy. Dating someone new. She texts me sometimes to ask about books or send me funny memes. And I respond with kindness and warmth. Because I love her. I’ve always loved her.

But I know now this isn’t our life.

And maybe that’s okay.

Because love isn’t always about holding on. Sometimes, the purest form of love is letting go and trusting that time or lifetimes will bring you back together when the moment is right again.

Final Thoughts: Love Beyond Time

If you’ve ever met someone and felt like you’ve known them forever, maybe you have. Maybe your souls are old friends, bound by something beyond logic or science. Reincarnation, past lives, eternal connections they might sound mystical, but for some of us, they’re more real than anything else.

But sometimes... just sometimes... fate skips a beat.

And in those rare moments, you’re left to remember what they’ve forgotten. To carry the memory for both of you.

So if you ever find yourself loving someone who doesn’t love you back but your heart tells you they once did hold on. Not to the pain, but to the hope. Because maybe, in another life, they’ll remember you again.

And this time, they’ll stay.