I Found My Wife From a Past Life

I walk to the back of my bakery, covered in flower and smelling like fresh baked bread. I love that smell. I walk to some stairs that lead me up to the second floor of the building. The first floor is a bakery and the second is our home. The biggest room of course is her art studio, where she spends her days painting. I open the door to her studio, looking for her, completed and half painted canvases litter the floor and next to a window I see her. Hidden away behind a canvas I bought her yesterday. She peeks from behind the canvas to smile at me. All I remember is her big brown eyes and an amazing smile that has deteriorated from my mind from all the years without her. The bakery was located in Italy, I was Italian and she was French. She hated Italy but moved there with me regardless of, because she loved me. I forget if we married in France or in Italy, I do recall her family hating me, though I’m sure the feeling was mutual. Her relationship with them wasn’t the best either if I recall correctly. What I do remember however, is that we were very happy together and that we loved each other deeply.

However, this all happened in another life and I can’t even remember how it ended…

Present day today, I’m a teacher and throughout my life I kept seeing her in my dreams. All dreams were similar, she was standing, waiting for me, smiling, wearing a white dress. Most of the time she had long hair, though once I entered adulthood, she had short hair, the color of her hair varied from light blonde, to white, to silver and the second to last dream I had with her, she had blue bangs and was wearing a blue tube dress.  Three things remained constant, her big brown eyes, the half-forgotten smile, and the fact that I could never really see her face. Throughout my life I have tried to place the faces of all the girls I have fallen for in her face, to no avail, none of them felt right. Not even my current wife, whom I love with all my heart of course! And it’s funny because ever since I started dating my wife all the dreams suddenly stopped. I went from an average of one dream a month with the white haired girl, to no dreams at all. To me it was a weird change, but I thought that is was fine because I’m married now.

Little did I know, that two years after I got married, I’d meet her again for the first time…

And I have my wife to thank for it. The fact of the matter is that if I wasn’t married I would have stopped being a teacher long ago. I love being a teacher, but the pressure that is placed on us is immense, for a measly 20k a year. So I’ve toughened out for my wife’s sake, I do love and enjoy providing for her and getting her the casual gift, so it’s all good. The point I’m trying to make, is that if I wasn’t married to her, I would have never met my wife from a past life during this life.

You probably guessed were this is going. Yes, we met at school and yes, she is a student. She’s a senior and we’re a few weeks away from graduation. To be honest, she’s not particularly pretty, bland mostly. But, from the first time I saw her, something sparked. From her side as well, it’s like there was something between us from the get go. We’ve always been drawn to one another ever since we met. At first it was just friendly banter, the like I have with all my students, music, video games, past times.  Although, we would sometimes catch ourselves completely silent just staring into each other’s eyes. And man, was that awkward! Fast-forward a bit into the school year. She would give me drawings that she would do (she is immensely talented), she would sit near me in the classroom, and once the class was over, she’d stay behind after all the students left to ask me about my day and how I was doing. It got to the point where I considered her a friend.

Then things got complicated…

See, she had a boyfriend. Whom she technically had because of me, see there was this guy who liked her a lot, really nice fella. And I told her; why not give him a chance? And she did, at first of course everything was going well, as do most relationships at the beginning. But then she’d come to me with complaints, apparently this guy wasn’t too good at communicating, leading to a lot of misunderstandings. Now the complicated thing was that she wanted to dump him because he was actually causing her to cry of sadness with all the miscommunications they had (add to that the fact the he’s a bit slow mentally, not in a retarded sense though, more in a he’s dumb sense). So I gave her different a advice, ranging from give it time and try to make him speak to you, to, if you’re really sad, then you’d be better off alone. Her mother on the other hand was more straightforward, she told her to just up and dump him because he was hurting her and wasn’t smart enough for her. She used to tell her mother everything, but we’ll get back to that. After a couple of days of struggle she actually dumps him with the addendum that they would still be friends. A mistake of course, since exes cannot under any circumstance be friends and expect to move on (but that’s just me). Here’s the really complicated part though, after they broke up, apparently him, or a “friend” of hers told the social worker that we were having a fling. This of course made me completely avoid her for the next couple of days. She was, as to be expected, torn because of it, though I don’t think at this point we realized that we cared for each other deeply. And apparently that guy told her mother as well, because she sent me a nasty message. Eventually things calmed down and I did explain everything to her, about what that guy (or her “friend”) and her mother did. These rumors however had left her without any friends, so I decided to present her to my wife, since they both draw and are really good at it. They hit it off almost instantly, talking about different drawing techniques that I cannot even begin to fathom.

So as my wife’s best friend she gravitated towards me even more. She would always ask me to help her out with the stories that she writes, I told her, I would write them and she could draw them. So I wrote a short story for her, and she made a couple of drawings. Something about her drawings shook me to my core. One of the drawings was about the female lead in the short story, but the way she drew her reminded me of a memory long forgotten. It was a short haired girl with a very pretty dress, not unlike the one from my dreams. I mean it was ridiculously close, down to the pose the girl had, the expectant look on her face. Then one day, during a casual day, she arrived late to school because she was in a dentist appointment. I was in the middle of a teacher meeting where she was supposed to be in, because she was to be a judge in a spelling competition, then I saw her walk into the classroom, wearing a pretty dress, eerily similar to the one of my dreams, with the exception that it wasn’t white, it was black. As she came into the classroom and stopped, she looked at me and gave me a small smile, almost as if to say “I’m yours”. At that moment I felt my heart stop, it was a similar look and pose to the one in my dreams. I had never told her about those dreams, which is what shook me the most.

Things sort of evolved from there, we would spend as much time as we could together in school, talking about whatever came to mind, keeping each other company. It got to the point that we would casually talk about how much we liked being together and how much we liked each other. Then one day she told me that she wants to have a boyfriend like me. To which I answered that I thought I was already her boyfriend. She blushed, deeply, but agreed with my observation. My wife knew this was coming, I kept her informed every step of the way. My wife gave her consent for us to date each other. To this day I truly don’t understand what made my wife give her ok to this whole situation. But I am immensely thankful she did.

Then a few days after we started our relationship I had a dream with the girl with the white dress…

In the dream I was in school and I was walking down the hall towards my class room, there were a multitude of students in front of me. I asked them to open a path and as they did, I saw her. The girl with the white dress was standing there, her hair was black, but it was the same hair, she had her back turned towards me. As I walked closer to her, she turned to face me, and for the first time in my life, I saw her face. Same big brown eyes, same amazing smile, though this time her face was completely clear to me. It was my student, looking back at me, smiling, happy that she had finally found me. I woke up in tears that day. Once at school, when we had a free period to talk, I told her everything, the dreams of my past lives, the dreams with the girl with the white dress, the pose, the eyes, the smile, everything. She wasn’t weirded out, just blissfully listening to me. Afterwards she gave me a smile. I asked her what she thought of the whole situation and she simply told me that she doesn’t believe in reincarnation, but that what I described is something really pretty she could learn to believe in as well. Learn to believe in it, that’s the most I could have asked for honestly. She filled my heart with warming love that day.

Soon summer will be here and we already have plans for a couple of dates. A couple of parks we want to go to, some look out points and maybe even the beach. And while the future might be uncertain, we head towards it, hand in hand and loving each other very much. Sure her family, my wife’s family will probably hate me, but I’m used to it by now. People just can’t seem to let others choose their own happiness. But I digress, we are planning on her moving in with me and my wife in the far future, perhaps once she finished college and has a job. Who knows, maybe that’s what society needs, to let people live together and help each other out in this horrendous economy we live in.

So to summarize, I’m married to a wonderfully perfect wife, and I’m dating the reincarnation of a wife I had in a past life, who so happens to be my student. Reality is truly far stranger than fiction…