Twin Flames Talk

 Twin Flames: A Dialect Between Curiosity and Conviction

(A quiet café. The scent of espresso lingers. Two women sit across from each other. Pumukli, a curious mind with razor-sharp logic, listens intently. Kobold, a firm believer in twin flames, speaks with quiet certainty. The conversation begins.)

The Introduction to the Belief

KOBOLD:
Twin flames are not just soulmates. They are one soul, split in two. We were together before birth, separated by destiny, and now we are both on a journey to find each other again.

PUMUKLI: (nodding, thoughtful)
So if you were once whole, but now you’re split—does that mean every single person was originally a twin flame?

KOBOLD: (pausing slightly)
No, not everyone. Only those who are part of the twin flame journey.

PUMUKLI:
Ah. So how does one know if they are on the twin flame journey?

KOBOLD:
You feel it. It’s a pull, an energy. You just know.

PUMUKLI: (curious, tilts head)
Like love? Or something different?

KOBOLD:
It’s deeper than love. It’s recognition. When you meet your twin, it’s like looking into a mirror. They reflect you perfectly.

The First Fracture

PUMUKLI:
Like a mirror? So… if I am moving toward them, wouldn’t they also be moving toward me?

KOBOLD:
Yes. You are always moving toward each other.

PUMUKLI:
But what if we never meet?

KOBOLD:
Then one of you wasn’t ready. That’s why there’s always a runner and a chaser. One is afraid of the connection, and the other feels called to bring them back.

PUMUKLI: (blinking, innocent)
So… if I run away from someone, does that mean I’m their twin flame?

(Kobold shifts in her chair.)

KOBOLD:
No. It’s different. The runner subconsciously knows they need to grow before they can unite.

PUMUKLI: (softly)
And how does the chaser know that?

KOBOLD:
Because they feel it.

PUMUKLI:
So the chaser is always right?

KOBOLD: (frowns)
Not right, just more… aligned.

PUMUKLI:
And what if the runner never stops running?
(Silence. Kobold opens her mouth, then closes it.)

Breaking the Cycle of Illusion

PUMUKLI: (leaning forward, genuinely curious)
Let’s say I fall in love with someone who isn’t my twin flame. What happens then?

KOBOLD:
If they’re not your twin, then the connection won’t be as deep.

PUMUKLI:
And if I never meet my twin flame?

KOBOLD:
Then your soul might need more time. Some twin flames don’t meet in every lifetime.

PUMUKLI: (tilts head, eyebrows raised)
So the most important connection in my existence… might not even happen?

KOBOLD:
It depends on your soul’s path.

PUMUKLI:
Wouldn’t that mean free will doesn’t matter? That no matter what I do, it’s already decided?
(Kobold’s breath catches slightly.)

KOBOLD:
No, free will matters. But twin flames are destined.

PUMUKLI: (blinking)
Can free will and destiny exist at the same time?

(Kobold swallows.)

The Psychological Root: Why Do People Believe This?

PUMUKLI: (gentle, not attacking, simply asking)

Kobold, why do you believe in this?

KOBOLD:
Because love should be more than just… coincidence. There should be something bigger than us.

PUMUKLI:
And if love wasn’t destined? Would that make it less real?

(Kobold shifts, unsure.)

PUMUKLI:
Or maybe… maybe twin flames exist because people need to believe that something unshakable is waiting for them.

KOBOLD:
That’s not—

PUMUKLI:
If there is only one person meant for you, then it means love is not about choosing, working, building. It’s about waiting.

(Kobold’s hands tighten around her cup.)

PUMUKLI:
What if twin flames are just… a way to avoid the messy truth of real love?
(Silence.)

The Final Question: The Illusion Cracks

PUMUKLI: (soft, almost whispering)
If someone told you they were your twin flame, but you didn’t feel it… would they still be?
KOBOLD: (quietly)
No.

PUMUKLI:
Then the belief only exists as long as you choose to believe in it.
(The words settle. Kobold stares at her coffee, silent.)

Conclusion: The Death of the Twin Flame Fantasy
Twin flames aren’t real in the way believers think they are. They are a beautiful, tragic, intoxicating way to make love feel inevitable, rather than something that must be chosen and cultivated.

It is easier to believe in a cosmic love that will one day arrive, than to accept that love is built, not destined.
And that is why the illusion thrives—because people need it to.

A Final Thought to Leave You With:

"Is a love story truly divine because it was written in the stars? Or is it divine because we wrote it ourselves?"
Choose wisely.