In another life, you're still here.

In another life, you're still here.

In another life, you're still alive.

In another life, you're still on earth with us, your loved ones, your friends, your family.

In another life, you're still existing at the same time as me.

And we go about our daily lives.

And the chances of running into each other are not zero.

And we still have the chance to meet again at some point in the future.

And we still get to grow old at the same pace as each other.

In another life, you made it,

you stayed,

you survived.

You lived on.

And you got to see it get better.

You got to find out what the future had in store for you.

You overcame the hardships, difficulties, challenges.

You got help and support.

You were saved.

You found reasons to stay and continue your life.

You found meaning and a purpose special to you.

Maybe I even had the chance to reach out again and talk to you, if I knew anything.

Or maybe I didn't have a clue what you were doing,

but I would know you were out there somewhere in the world, doing your own thing.

I would know you were alive and well.

That you were safe.

And maybe I'd be able to see that in some form - after all, we do have social media in this modern day and age.

I would be able to scroll through my feed and occasionally see you pop up in photos with your friends; those you loved and who loved you.

I would see you hopefully happy and doing well and be glad in knowing that you were.

In another life, no life-changing event happened.

In another life, you didn't leave this world.

In another life, you're still here.

And the chances of seeing you again were still existent.

The chances of ever talking to you again were 50 percent.

If I knew anything, if I knew this, the chances would be 100 percent.

I'd tell you everything I would have wanted to tell you,

the things I want you to know.

In another life, if I knew what I know in this life,

I would find you, have a conversation with you, sit with you and listen, and hug you like I'd never let go.

Like it was the last time.

In another life, there's so much time ahead of you.

There's so much you haven't discovered yet that you would love so much.

There's so much you would find out and realise about just how much you are truly loved.

In another life, you would have found the joys in your life that keep you going.

You'd have found the things you love that remind you why you go on living and why you choose to stay alive.

In both lives, I remember you, I think of you fondly, I cherish our memories together and reminisce our shared experiences.

In both lives, my childhood includes you in it and it's nothing but warmth, kindness, and fun.

In both lives, you're special to me and someone I will never forget in my life.

In all lives and every universe that you exist in, you are precious, loved, and so very valued.

But in this life, you're no longer here.

In this life, we wish you were still here.

In this life, we have to grow older without you and live the rest of our lives out.

But in this life, we now get to live on for you,

with you in our hearts.

I'll live my experiences for you and do things you didn't get to do with a piece of you in me.

In this life, a piece of me left when you did.

So now, the pieces of you that's left and remain within me, will live on.

In this life, you live through all the people and lives you have touched.

In this life, you will be remembered by all those who loved you and knew you.

In this life, you're still here - not physically, but in soul, in everything that makes up this world.

You're here and there, and everywhere.

In this life, you're now part of the trees, the breeze, the birds flying in the sky, the children I see on the playground, the nature, the sky, the stars, the life that exists on this earth.

You're all around, and you're here in different forms and various ways.

In this life, you're no longer here in human form, but you're still here with me in my heart.

In another life, you're still here and I don't have to miss you so much and this way.

In this life, all I can do is miss you and write messages that are left delivered and unseen.

In this life, all I can do is hope my messages reach you in some way we can't understand.

In this life, the only way to see you now is in my dreams.

In my dreams, I get to converse with you and hug you, like you're still here.

As if I were in another life where I knew everything from this life and saw you again there in the other.

And in my dreams, you have shown me you are doing fine, you are well, and you are happy.

In my dreams, I hope that's the truth.

And in this life, there's only love and grief.

In the end, love and grief remains when someone is no longer here.

And we have to live on for them, until we meet again at our time.

In another life, you're still here.

In both lives, you're loved and beautiful and precious.

In this life, you're no longer here.

But you'll live forever in me.

A written piece by Sarah of Sitting With Ourselves

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