Hi, this is my first post, so glad to have found this forum!
From being a small child I felt that I was connected to someone "out there". There were times when I'd sit somewhere quiet and ...well, feel things. Often a huge sense of loss, as if I had lost everyone I loved and been thrown into this little body already grieving. I'd also pick up accents, my favourites being Scottish and Cockney (London).
But also there was this connection, it was like trying to discern one instrument playing in a whole orchestra.
As I got older I began to dream about this other person, I felt they were on the physical, and were growing up like I was, but unaware of me.
There were dreams of making love with a man with long, soft hair which tickled my face. I was only 10 or 11 but it felt like a memory, all the senses present.
I was pretty sure that both the connection I'd felt, and the dream man were the same person in different incarnations. I also felt that the previous life was in Scotland (odd little dreams, running through heather between a large hill\small mountain, and the sea, building a home from stone and wood with a man who's face I could never quite catch..)
I grew up fascinated by relationships but tended to be friends with guys in a vaguely sisterly kind of way, hence I evolved into an agony aunt!
I was 26 when I met him, by a series of odd coincidences. I had been asked to do some designs for a tattooist, a friend of a friend. I went to meet this tattooist in a biker pub, my local, where he was going to be tattooing in a quiet corner.
As I walked in, my eyes fell on the guy he was working on, and I recognised a face I had been painting, drawing and dreaming for years.
I sat in a corner, drawing dragons and angels, wondering if I was quite mad, and after a while I looked up and there he was. He'd seen me drawing, come to see what it was, and struck up a conversation. The wierd thing was, when he spoke I thought he was Scottish, then I realised he had a London accent. It was like talking to someone you knew years ago and thinking "My God, you've really lost your accent!" Like they are so familiar but the world has changed them a bit whilst you werent there.
It took a year or so for us to be together, he was living with someone when I first met him, so I tried to forget it. By chance, a year later, I bumped into him and he was free, we've now been together 8 years. He was born 9 days before me, moved to Yorkshire at 16. to a house which I walked past every day on the way to school..
I'd better stop, I've been rattling on for ages, but there's so MUCH!! Sorry, hope I haven't bored you..