Here is a quote from a young woman who found out that she was conceived as an identical twin. She quickly came to understand how this had been at work in her life;
I'm comfortable with the idea that her death was the will of God, that she's in a better place and is happier for it, and that she's still able to watch over me. I'm definitely protective of my twin and of my image of her. I identity with her. I don't like people brushing her off as a manifestation of my imagination, or as being something that's “only within the realm of possibility but not terribly likely.” I love her, regardless of what a short time she lived or that no one else was aware of her but me. That doesn't make her any less real or any less my twin and my sister.
I've always been searching for someone to share with at a level that everyone else just falls short of reaching. It's like I've always been looking for that special twin intimacy, but never really finding it - at least, not in one person. I've resigned myself to looking for different things in different people, rather than expecting to find absolutely everything that I need emotionally, in one package. I'm probably overly-open and empathise too easily, share too readily, because I'm always looking for that connection that sub-consciously, I feel I would have had with my twin.
I've always been searching for someone to share with at a level that everyone else just falls short of reaching. It's like I've always been looking for that special twin intimacy, but never really finding it - at least, not in one person. I've resigned myself to looking for different things in different people, rather than expecting to find absolutely everything that I need emotionally, in one package. I'm probably overly-open and empathise too easily, share too readily, because I'm always looking for that connection that sub-consciously, I feel I would have had with my twin.
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This woman has spoken from my heart! It is exactly as I feel...I want to talk about my twin, but most people seem to have no idea what to say to me and this makes me so sad. My twin feels as much apart of me as my hands or head! She is as much apart of me as my own name or image, even if no one else can imagine her. I wish I could hug her and speak with her, but I respect God's plans. I only hope my twin can see me and share in my joys! Moreover I hope we will some day be reunited...but until then I will carry her with me in my heart.
ReplyDeleteThe search in trying to find that "someone to share with at a level that everyone else just falls"...I can really relate too.