Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • The minute I heard my first love story,
    I started looking for you, not knowing
    how blind that was. Lovers don't finally
    meet somewhere, they're in each other
    all along.

    Rumi






    Beloved, remember when we met for the first time?
    You said: “I think we’ve been here before.”

    I said: “Do you remember which lifetime?”
    You said: “All of them! It’s Destiny!”

    Then the floodgates of Time parted, memories
    came rushing back. I saw you!

    Of course it was you. All those centuries.
    Now here we are again!

    Dancing all night, telling stories, reminiscing,
    Just like the old times, and the new times to come.











    (Photograph by Alex in the 3-D virtual world of Second Life. Music: Bit O' Blues on i Tunes)
    • Share

    Connected stories:

About

Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.