What has stayed with me most is the sense of familiarity between us. From the very beginning we kept asking, have we known each other before?
There are moments in life when you meet someone and it feels less like an introduction and more like a remembering.
As if we were remembering rather than meeting.
The way your face felt familiar before my mind had words for it.
The way your eyes carried a blue that felt both near and endless, like something I had always known.
Even after silence, distance, and heartbreak, when we walked again together, it was still there.
The same recognition. The same ease.
That kind of knowing doesn’t come from us. I believe it belongs to God, and it’s something given to us.
Some gifts aren’t given to be understood. They are given to be followed.
And I will follow.