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

Fate has a remarkable handwriting. Sometimes two people first see each other long before their paths truly cross. One long gaze, in which an unmistakable desire is written — to come closer, to speak, to ask for a date — while you are both still entirely free. But in that second, shyness and timidity win. The step is not taken, the roads diverge, yet the memory of that gaze somehow remains within.

Eight or nine long years pass. And suddenly a door opens, life brings you together again, and in the silence a momentary, piercing recognition occurs. Everything inside screams that this is no coincidence, but now the male ego, fear, or circumstances beyond your control keep you from saying the simple words aloud: "I love you. I have feelings for you." And again — years of separation.

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.