It was always you, wasn’t it?
Hiding in the spaces between then and now, slipping through the cracks of years.
I could have wandered a thousand lifetimes, through worlds that weren’t quite right, worn different faces, spoken different names.
But my heart
My heart would know yours, through every disguise.
We were written in the lines of fate, tied together by invisible thread — thread that never broke
It just stretched.
Even when life made us strangers in our own skin — I still found you.
Because somehow, the universe conspired to keep us close, and we never got that lost.
We were just waiting — waiting
Tethered to the pull of something greater, we didn’t part to drift away, we parted to move toward each other again.
Even though we didn’t know it, the years, the miles, the seasons blurred our faces—
But deep down, I knew.
I was always yours.
And you were always mine.
We were pieces of a puzzle, scattered across the universe.
You — etched into my soul, fated not by chance
But by the certainty that love like ours is timeless.
No matter how far we’ve drifted, we are bound to return.
Like waves that keep reaching for the shore.
We are the constant shifting in the wind, the answer to every question — even the ones we didn’t know we were asking.
And somehow, we find each other — in the in-between places
Where time bends, where hearts recognize what words never could.
