A letter about those whom the Universe brings together again and again

Fate has a wondrous handwriting. It happens that two people first see each other long before their paths truly cross. One long gaze, in which one reads a clear desire to come closer, to speak, to ask for a date — while you are both still entirely free. But in that second, shyness and timidity take the upper hand. The step is not taken, the roads diverge, yet the memory of that gaze somehow remains within.

Pasen longs ocho u nuev anyos. Y de repente se abre a puerta, a vida te choca de nuevo, y na tazona se produce un instantáneo, penetrante reconoixement. Todo dentro grita que no ye una casualidat, pero agora ya l'ego masculino, el miedo o as circunstancias d'os otros no permiten pronunciar en voz alta as simples palabras: «Te quiero. Tengo sentimientos por ti». Y de nuevo — separación por años.

But the Universe loves completed stories. When we do not dare to make a choice the first time, it does not erase the feeling — it gives us a chance again, and again, and again. It will repeat events and bring you to each other until you finally cast aside fear and make your true decision.