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

Fate has a remarkable handwriting. It happens that two people first see each other long before their paths truly cross. One long gaze, in which a clear desire is read — 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.

Kudlula iminyaka eyisishiyagalombili noma eyisishiyagalolunye. Futhi ngokuzumayo ivulwa umnyango, impilo ikuphonsa phambili, futhi ethulini kwenzeka ukwazi okusheshayo, okukhanyisayo. Konke ngaphakathi kukhala, ukuthi lokhu akusiyo ithuba, kodwa manje ubudoda, ukwesaba noma izimo zabanye azivumeli ukuthi kukhulunywe ngamagama alula: "Ngiyakuthanda. Nginokuthanda ngawe." Futhi futhi — ukuhlukana eminyakeni.

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.