I’ve fallen in love before.
Sometimes the sight of a particular woman just jumps out at a man, screaming a hidden message with some secret attraction. It’s not a simple lust, but something more kindred and deep, like a reunion of two lost souls. You see her, and you know. You know that somewhere in time, maybe 100 or 200 years ago, your genes had crossed before. You’ve been madly in love with her, in some forgotten previous lifetime. But the memory of love is in your genes. You’ve known each other, been best friends, even lived and died for each other, once before.
It’s in the smell and scent. You can taste the familiarity in her kiss. You smell it on her, even underneath the perfumes and deodorants. Again it’s those genes talking to each other, whispering hidden messages beneath the skin. What does it say? It says, “We’ve mated a dozen times in a dozen different ages before this one.” And we want to do it again, and again, to keep finding each other. Sometimes it takes a few hundred years, but the “soul mates” will always find each other. Some memories do last forever. Your genes know more than you ever know. You see, that is where the true memories are buried in every individual person, not in the brain, but in the genes.
Your dreams, your deepest wants, your deepest fears, are all hidden away, tucked inside the genes. Consciousness is only a result of unlocking these genetic memories, an ending, a conclusion. Life is mostly unconscious. And what do people “know” about love, except genetically?
But alas, sometimes love is blind. And sometimes she never sees you, or notices, or cares. Sometimes a man and woman are two ships passing in the night, never to become realized, never meant to be. Again it’s the genetic difference. Some are not intended to mate, to trust each other. Genes sense familiarity deeper than consciousness. Trust is genetic. Even specie is more than just skin deep.
Love is just a reunion of lost memories between lost lovers. And when two lost soulmates find each other, they rekindle something that’s been enduring for thousands of years before. Two pairs of genes, who have crossed a dozen times across a dozen ages, and every time remembering each other again, seeming as though the first time. However, it is not the first time.