Hello! I would like to share my experiences as a twin flame and give a little insight as to how it happened, how I knew, and what it looks like. We are still together and have ALWAYS been together since we met 2 years ago. There was no separation period, although in the begining there was some typical "running" behavior.
Before we met, my dating life was a bit of a mess. I believe I fit the description of a serial monogamous - meaning, I will fall in love and commit myself to a single person for years, break up, find someone new and date them for years, and repeat, repeat, repeat. I have had 2 children from two of these relationships (not with my twin flame.) At the time, I had just let go of a 2 and a half year relationship. I loved the guy, had done everything in my power to help us grow, but at the end of the day it takes work and dedication from both people, and I knew deep down it was going nowhere. Letting him go changed something in me though. I learned from my mistakes, I learned more about myself, and I felt more alive and confident in myself than ever. About 5 months later, I was dating someone new. But this time I knew early on that this guy probably wasn't for me. He seemed great, but the connection wasn't what I expected.
My best friend called me to check in and see how I was doing. She had heard about my breakup and wanted to get together since it had been a while since we'd seen each other. She told me about her roommate, a friend of hers that she had met through work she thought would be perfect for me. "The man of your dreams," she said. I told her I was seeing someone but was thinking of ending it and planned a day for us to get together. A week goes by, I go over to her house, call her when I get there since it's a new apartment, and she meets me outside at my car. She then tells me, that her friend is inside to meet me, but he doesn't know that I'm coming. She basically set up a blind meeting where neither one of knew about it. I go inside and he's taking a shower since he got off work. My friend, her husband, and I stand in the kitchen and talk, and I'm nervous. I have no idea who this guy is going to be, what he looks like, if it's going to be awkward. I'm an introvert, so I don't like these kinds of things, I need time to prepare. All of a sudden he walks out of the bathroom, past the kitchen, and into the living room. He's talking the whole time, but he's not looking at any of us so he doesn't notice me at all.
But I will tell you, the second I heard him come out of the bathroom, I looked over at him. And the seconds it took him to turn the corner and into my sight, THE WORLD SLOWED. Everything was slow motion. My ears were ringing and sounded muffled, so I couldn't hear a word he was saying. And thinking about that moment now, seems like a blur, but it FELT so incredibly slow. It was bizarre. I will never forget the feeling. It lasted for probably 5 seconds till he stopped and turned around and saw me, and screamed lol. And we all just stood there, with me and him staring at each other not really knowing what to do. Then we all laughed. It was the weirdest meeting I have ever experienced in my life.
We introduced ourselves, sat down, laughed some more and talked about how crazy those moments were. Then he stood up and said, "come here and give me a hug." It was a longer, more comfortable hug than I ever share with strangers. Again, I'm an introvert, so I usually go with a very light "half-ass hug," - let's barely hug cause I don't know you.
My friend and her husband sit and talk with us for maybe 30 minutes before going outside and leaving us to talk alone. We decided to play cards. I noticed that he was beautiful, physical perfection. He was clearly the most beautiful guy I had ever seen with my own eyes. He was very charismatic, which as an introvert, I admired. Our conversation was natural. We both were extremely eager to get know each other. Asking about our interests, taste in music, tv, hobbies - who we are to the outside world, if that makes since. All of these things were mostly the same (ex: we both liked the same genres of music, liked the same bands, had been to the same concerts.) We had different hobbies, he's a sports guy, plays the guitar. I am an artist, spiritual, into crystals and astrology. But our conversation quickly became more personal. We found these things in common:
I am an INFJ female.
He is an ENFJ male.
I am an Enneagram 4.
He is an Enneagram 9.
We were born at the same time (5 minutes after midnight) in the same year.
We both had 2 kids. I have 2 girls, he has 2 boys.
We both have 1 brother and 1 sister.
We're the oldest of the 3 siblings.
We were both adopted, and our parents adopted our siblings as well.
We both have 1 older sister and 1 younger sister that was not adopted, that we do have a relationship with.
We both have very similar childhoods leading up to adoption, both experienced the same abuse and trauma.
His adopted dad is a pastor. My adopted grandfather is a pastor. And dispute that, we are both non-religious.
We both went into the military, both were medically discharged.
Same O-negative blood type.
Physically we were similar. Both very attractive, same height, same slim but muscular build. Hands were the same size, looked similar, and fit perfectly together.
Ok now, it felt crazy to feel this within hours of meeting this guy, but I already loved him. I'm not one to fall in head first like an idiot, but I did with him. I knew this was my guy, this had always been my guy, and was always going to be my guy. I just knew. And it was real. I didn't doubt myself either. I was crazy confident, and I wasn't scared to admit it, to myself or to him. He on the other hand was doubtful. Halfway into the 2nd week I told him I loved him. He didn't believe me. He told me that love took time and I couldn't possibly know in 2 weeks. I didn't care and I didn't try to convince him. I just kept loving him, enjoying every blissful moment I could with him. Energetically, it was like looking into a mirror. Sex was perfect, which I had never experienced before. In other relationships, sex had always been either underwhelming or way too much. Never perfect.
That year, my friend and her husband moved for work, and my TF moved in with me. The next year was rough for us. I realized that he had unresolved trauma, problems with lying due to shame and fear of rejection, ego issues, and frankly a lot of growing up to do. He had an ex that kept trying to contact him/see him, which he had planned to meet her and never did, but lied about it when I found out. This caused an emotional separation, instead of the typical physical TF separation. Instead of getting angry with him about all the lies, I tried to be understanding and supportive, hoping that would make him feel safe being honest with me. It didn't, and the lies continued. It was almost like he was "running" from me, but I didn't chase him like I hear about other twin flame relationships. Maybe it's a maturity thing, as I am in my 30's. I then set boundaries and made them clear. Told him what I expected from the relationship and that if he couldn't do it, we needed to break up. He then admitted his love for me and dedication himself to working on the relationship. And we have been working on all of our issues together since then, both equally dedicated.
I will say, although he has had a hard time believing and trusting it, I have never once even thought about leaving him. No matter how hard it has been. I see him as I see myself, I understand him as I do myself. Everything in him that drives me crazy, is either something I see within myself and need to work on, or something I have worked on within myself and can then teach him so he can grow from it. And these lessons we learn from each other are not easy, they are absolutely the hardest lessons we have ever learned. But I could never give up on him, because that would be giving up on myself.
I realize this was very long. And I hope it has helps answer the OP's questions. If anyone else has any questions, feel free to ask
