My Dear Stranger, How are you ? This letter is for you. For the soul I’ve met that night—or perhaps only dreamed of. For the voices that linger in my memory. I write from the in-between— between what is felt and what is spoken, between what I show and what I hide. These are the words I never said, the stories I kept folded inside the corners of my heart, the fragments that still glow in the dark when no one’s looking. Each word you’ll find here is a piece of my truth— a confe

My 1994, Sometimes I sit quietly and think about how strange, how tender life can be. How two lives can move through time and distance, completely unaware of each other, yet somehow already intertwined. They told me you are my soulmate. My twin, they said. And I never quite understood what I was seeing or feeling. I feel like I've known you before. You are much younger than I, yet your soul feels older. As if you arrived later in time, but earlier in wisdom. I’ve walked long

My 1994, I don’t know why this year carries weight in my chest like a quiet prayer I never learned how to say out loud. 1994 doesn’t shout. It whispers. And somehow, my soul listens. There is something sacred about it—not in the way memories are loud, But in the way breath is holy simply because it exists. 1994 feels like the moment the universe paused, smiled softly, and decided to place you somewhere on this planet without telling me where. I couldn’t explain it then. I sti