What was that? Soul contract or soul sabotage?

It felt like fate. Sudden, strange, electric. You didn’t plan it. It just happened. Their eyes met yours. Time shifted. The world went quiet. Something old stirred awake. You thought it was love. But it was deeper. Stranger. Older. It wasn’t soft. It didn’t soothe. It burned through you. It wasn’t peace. It was pull.

You trusted the feeling. You let it lead. It felt written. Like a soul script unfolding. Every word echoed. Every touch felt remembered. It didn’t feel new. It felt familiar. You called it connection. But it was karma. Vedic astrology knows this well. Rahu pulls hard. Saturn builds walls. Ketu lets go. You were trapped between them.

You fell fast. You loved harder. Too much, too soon. You didn’t ask questions. You followed energy. The bond was magnetic. The timing, chaotic. They appeared, then vanished. Hot, then cold. Intense, then distant. You held on tightly. They slipped further away. You tried explaining. They stopped listening. You searched meanings. Found none.

The pain started quiet. A small ache, then storm. Words became weapons. Silence felt louder. You both kept breaking. Small cuts, deep wounds. It wasn’t just this life. It carried echoes. Past lives. Old stories. Unfinished chapters. It wasn’t only them. It was you too. Mirrors reflecting wounds. Patterns repeating themselves. This was not sabotage. It was remembering.

Then came the shift. A pause too long. A goodbye without sound. They stopped trying. You stopped begging. They left physically. Or emotionally. You stayed alone. With questions. With grief. With pieces. Astrology calls this karmic closure. When souls part heavy. And hearts stay full. But broken differently.

You looked inward. Not for them—for you. You traced patterns. You saw the truth. You had loved ghosts. You had chased lessons. You had mistaken intensity for fate. You began to heal. Not all at once. Slowly. Softly. You learned silence. You held space. You stopped reaching. You came back to yourself.

That love had meaning. But not forever. That bond was real. But not right. It came to awaken. Not stay. It shook you open. Then walked away. That was the point. Karmic love is heavy. But sacred. It shows what hurts. Then what heals. You don’t forget them. But you forgive it all. Quietly.

So what was it? A soul contract. A soul storm. A heartbreak with purpose. A love that ended you. So you could begin again. Not softer. But wiser. Not lighter. But clearer. Some loves don’t last. They transform. And some are only here… to break you open.