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

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

Oñembojerovia hína ocho térã nueve ary. Ha upéi oikóva peteĩ porã, vida ojehecha pendeve ko'ãga, ha pe tĩrã oiko peteĩ instante, ohechauka peteĩ mba'e porã. Oĩ porã hína pende apytu'ũme, ko'ã mba'e ndaha'éi peteĩ mba'e porã, péro ko'ágã oĩ hína kuñakarai, mba'e porã térã ambue mba'e ohechauka nderehe, ndaha'éi hína oje'e porã umi ñe'ẽ simple:

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.