I don't know what I thought when I saw your face again. I remember the neon lights swirling all around, the music once loud seemed to slow and stop. I didn't know what to think. I still couldn't believe that after all this time it was really you. How did you find me? In crowds of thousands of people, somehow there you were. You ran towards me and held me tight. It felt like a dream. Maybe I'd dreamt it before?
We were young and in love. High school sweethearts. But we had a lot of growing to do, so we parted ways. It was hard losing you. You were my best friend. The time apart was worth it. We both discovered our own paths, our own identities. You moved to the other edge of the continent, and yet somehow there you were standing in front of me, trying to act casual.
Coming back to you felt so natural. It felt so easy. It still does. And sometimes it doesn't, of course. But we make it work. There were just too many synchronicities. Too many coincidences all lined up perfectly. The stars aligned in the shape of an arrow, pointed at you. Our past, present, and future. I believe in fate, do you?