I lived thousands of lifetimes before then and thousands since. Still that brief blink of a moment within my perpetuity felt like the start and end of it all. I came here to understand human love. Residing in my own sphere, watching the pattern repeat itself indefinitely, I began to wonder something simple. What would love do to me? I wanted to experience how it could change my view of eternity. So I left behind a watcher to keep track of me on my way. All my memories were stolen as I crossed into this other plane. I was still me though. The base instincts and habits still resided inside my new home. I was driven to watch. I desired to see it all, to experience every story. At my core I still felt that new purpose I had created for myself too. I wanted to fall in love. I wanted to know it for myself and not just at a distance. Forcefully I walked my way through life pushing to make it happen. I concocted all of the right traits, words, and actions. Yet I felt nothing at the end of the equations. That is when I stumbled into it. Completely by accident. It overwhelmed every part of me, beautiful mistake that it was. In the ages that followed I believed that the love changed me fundamentally. I thought something about my own self had been transmuted. That isn’t it though. I am the same as I have always been and will always be, however now I get to view the pattern eternally through a lens I didn’t have previous. That bittersweet rose tinted glass adding infinite intrigue to absolutely everything.