2. My Own Twin Flame Story – The Scariest Night of My Life

This article is part 2 of the story of my twin flame relationship. Click here for part 1.

We arrived just in time for a sunset surf. He unloaded the boards and gave me a brief explanation of how the waves worked. He had been surfing for most of his life, and I was just getting into it, so I was excited to get coaching from a semi-professional.

We paddled out into the ocean, the sun in front of us making its slow descent toward the horizon. I remember thinking that I already didn’t want this date to end—I felt so lucky! This morning, I had been anxious and nervous about what the day would bring, and now here I was, watching the sky turn red from my surfboard, with a sexy Mexican surfer next to me.

He paddled further out into the big waves while I caught the smaller swells closer to shore. I couldn’t stop looking at him, and every time our eyes met, the butterflies in my stomach went crazy. He was a good surfer, and he knew it—showing off his skills every chance he got.

When the sun finally disappeared into the ocean, I made my way back to the beach, watching him catch his last wave as well.

I stood there like a drowned kitten while he walked toward me, surfboard under his arm, his eyes locked on mine. As he moved closer, the world around me seemed to fade away. I remember people on the beach watching us as he planted his lips straight on mine without saying a word.

I felt ecstatic—the world no longer existed. How was this even real?! Could a simple kiss really feel this good?

I had felt something similar with another guy ten years ago—whenever our bodies touched, there was nothing else but us. It took me seven years to get over him, and even now, I still think about our connection sometimes.

I never expected to feel that way again, but here it was. And it was just a kiss—we hadn’t even slept together yet!

Boutique hotel

We walked back to the car and drove to the hotel, a beautiful boutique place. When we checked into the room, the awkwardness began. That kiss had been the start of a very promising night, but now that we were alone in the room, we didn’t know what to do.

The bathroom didn’t have a door, and I had no idea how to proceed with my shower.

Should I take my clothes off? Keep my bikini on and ask him to join me?

Sensing my hesitation, he offered to wait in the common guest area of the hotel.

I quickly showered and then met him at the restaurant for dinner. The table was already filled with delicious food—fresh sushi and healthy appetizers waiting for me.

I felt like I was in a movie. I was a budget backpacker, always trying to save money, eating street food, and sleeping in dorm rooms wherever I could. And now, here I was, sitting in front of an unlimited spread of incredible food, having a deep conversation with a wealthy man I had met just hours ago.

Sharing stories

We talked about his life, his kids, and his companies. He told me how trapped he felt in his marriage, how his wife had grown distant, and how the only reason they stayed together was to avoid putting their children through a painful divorce.

I listened carefully. It felt like I was talking to my own dad, finally gaining some insight into the struggles he went through in his marriage. I had always seen my father as a coward for not divorcing my mother, knowing he hadn’t loved her for years. But this man gave me a whole new perspective—maybe it wasn’t as simple as just filing for divorce.

I also shared my story—how I had been traveling for years while all my friends were settling down, getting married, and having kids. I always felt like the odd one out, not following the life society expected of me.

He was intrigued. He had never met a woman so independent, who had seen the world alone. In Mexico, that was practically unheard of for a woman.

The dinner flew by, and our connection deepened. I had never dated a married man with multiple businesses and a blazing career, and he had never met a woman who could go surfing with him, engage in deep conversations, and show him a completely different way of life.

The Night

Back in the room, the awkwardness was gone. Our clothes didn’t stay on for long, and in the darkness, all of our senses heightened. He told me he had never felt this way about someone before.

At that moment, as I looked into his eyes shimmering in the moonlight, an immense fear of death consumed me. My soul came crashing down from the wave of ecstasy it had been riding. The fear was so overwhelming that I couldn’t even breathe.

Never in my life had I felt like someone would kill me. I can’t explain the panic that rushed through me.

Who is this person? Why do I feel this way? Why is he so into me after just a few hours? Is this what he does—lure foreign girls into hotel rooms to kill them?

I realized how crazy my thoughts were and pushed them away. But at the same time, I still felt this undeniable connection to him. My body and mind were at war—my body longing to merge with his, while my mind screamed for logic.

It was the scariest night of my life. To this day, I still remember the sheer terror I felt while having sex with him, but I also remember the incredible synchronization of our bodies. Looking back, I think my mind already knew this person was going to hurt me so deeply that my old self would die (more on that later).

We slept tangled in each other’s arms, even though I half-expected him to strangle me at any moment. I was almost surprised when I woke up the next morning, still wrapped in his strong, loving embrace.

Worth It

Before falling asleep, I had decided that if he really wanted to kill me, it had been worth it. My life had been amazing so far, and if this was the end, so be it. That night was the beginning of me fully trusting the Universe—something twin flame relationships are ultimately about.

He wanted to hit the surf before the crowds arrived, but he also didn’t want to get out of bed. Now, in the light of day, my fear had subsided. I looked at his muscular body, still in disbelief that he was into me. I was so incredibly attracted to him, and it seemed mutual.

We even missed our morning surf session (for the first time in his life, he told me), and we had to rush to check out before 11 a.m.

Driving back to my town later that day, we both knew this wasn’t going to be just a one-night stand. We didn’t want to say goodbye, but he had to return to his family and his work. Still, he promised me he would be back next weekend.

Our first night together had been an intense mix of emotions—the love versus the fear I felt was insane. It turned out to be the beginning of the most turbulent year of my life.