I had no idea what a twin flame was until recently, and I think I may have found mine. This past Halloween, I went to a college house party and had no intention of meeting any significant males (after all, I would never consider a relationship with someone I met at a dirty college party). But when I arrived, I saw this boy who looked so familiar I couldn't stop staring, and I realized he was watching me as much as I watched him. I started a conversation with him and we ended up walking back to our dorms together. While we walked, we bonded over stories of our world travels. We had the same experience at the Parthenon in Greece, and stories of the dogs that roam Athens. I didn't want to spend the night with him, so I went to my room and he went to his. From that point on, whenever we got together, we always had our friends with us.
Ever since I started going to this particular university (last fall), my plan was to attend for a year and then move overseas to finish my degree. It has been my dream, my calling, to live in the United Kingdom. For three years now, I've known that was what I needed to do and its the only thing I've thought about. Words can't express how much I knew this was for me. I was accepted at a university in Wales for this fall and dropped out of my current university so I could focus on getting there. It was torture for me to withdraw because in the period from Halloween to now, I realized I was madly in love with this boy. Every little thing about him was unexpected but completely fit into place. I knew I needed to tell him goodbye, so I texted him and we hung out, alone. At some point that night we ended up kissing for the first time. And although I don't remember it as being physically any better than other kisses I've had, it was incredible, so much more than the "spark" or "fireworks" you sometimes hear kisses described as. It was like a bit of my "soul" was taken and given to him. I spent a second night with him; it didn't get much farther than kissing, but the way he touched and held me was with more love and affection and softness than I could ever have thought possible.
Since I've left I've been physically and mentally miserable. I have lost my appetite and constantly feel like vomiting or crying. Sometimes my heart feels like it swells, too large for my chest or it's being pulled out. Sometimes I feel him or hear him, and once I smelled his scent.
I've even contemplated giving up the opportunity to move abroad, in hopes to return to my old university to be with him. I can't even tell if I want it anymore. He makes me want to travel to South America and help humanity instead of helping myself. It scares me a little that I'm entirely willing to sacrifice what I've worked for.
I know there's a bond between us/our souls, but could it be as powerful as the "twin flame" connection? I'd like to hear any advice and thoughts!