1994 — Are You Here, Somewhere Under the Same Sky?

My 1994,

I think I fell in love with a city

long before I understood why.

There is something about Melbourne that feels familiar to my soul.

The sky there captivates me, calms me.

The air feels like it remembers me,

even when I have never been close enough to touch it.

But importantly,

this familiar feeling,

that there's a person that I've been waiting to meet.

Someone that my soul recognizes yet never sees.

It came to me late—

this realization.

One quiet night, looking at old photographs from 2014,

I asked myself why my eyes always searched for the same thing.

The crescent.

Again and again.

In the sky.

In reflections.

In small, passing moments.

I didn’t know why I kept looking for it.

I just did.

Now I think I understand.

Maybe somewhere out there, in that same city,

Someone was looking up at the same moon.

Breathing the same night air.

Living a life parallel to mine,

without knowing my name,

without knowing I existed—

yet somehow familiar.

As if our souls already knew each other.

As if they were quietly calling, patient, unhurried.

The universe has a gentle way of speaking.

It does not shout.

It leaves clues.

Soft ones.

Like a crescent moon hanging in the sky,

reminding two strangers that they are standing under the same light,

in the same place,

at the same time—

even if their paths have not crossed yet.

And maybe that is why I fell in love with something I’ve never met.

Not a person.

Not yet.

But a city that feels like a promise.

Half of a story waiting to be completed.

A quiet assurance that somewhere, in that familiar sky,

My other half has already been living,

and one day,

We will finally look up and know.

Yours,

Vie