I didn’t notice at first, how it grew, every quiet thought returning to you, like my mind had somewhere decided to stay, circling back to you, day after day.
Every small thing started feeling like a sign, a song, a street, a moment in time, all gently bending, without a clue, into something that reminded me of you.
I held on so tightly to what I knew, to the idea, the feeling, the thought of you, that I never saw what was quietly true, someone right there… was choosing me too.
How strange this heart, how it can misplace, chasing one soul while ignoring another face, being so lost in a one-sided view, while someone else was hoping for you.
And maybe one day, it will all make sense, this quiet, unspoken coincidence, that while I was wishing my dreams came true, someone, somewhere, was wishing for me too.