Some History

In my most recent life time, I found my love when I was only 16 years old. I didn't realize that this was my love, whom I had been searching for since the beginning if time. A love that I had been separated from at a young age.
Sixteen was so young to know what love was, is what some people might say. But, I knew I loved him from the very beginning. There was a strong pull between us, an instant connection.
I remember running home to my mother and telling her about the love I found. Explaining to her how I felt when I was with him.
Only to have her hurtful words break my heart. My mother proceeded to tell me I was too young to know what love was. That this was impossible! I had to stay away from him. I was then forbidden to see him, talk to him or be any where near him! He wasn't right for me!
Little did they know that he and I would always be pulled to each other.
In every life time, jealousy and hatred had managed to keep us separated. This would be another lifetime I would go without my love.