I flip-flop between believing in fate, and also believing in the notion of ‘soulmates’… although, something deep within me, always brings me back to that belief.
On occasion, I like to delve into the occult. Receiving readings, or getting drawings done… even drawing from my mind, to try and find out who this is.
I call him “Alexander”, even though that isn’t rightly his name. It just seems rather ‘fitting’.
I’ve found him in traces of everyone I’ve ever became infatuated with… or, ever been in a relationship with. Had I ever encountered him physically?
The answer is ‘no’. I know that he rightly exists, however.
Subconsciously, I’ve been drawing him…
And even when I do find him, I’ll still… continue to draw him. He is my muse.