1994 — Before We Ever Met

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 longer roads, carried heavier years,

But somehow you understand things I’m still learning to name.

It’s strange, isn’t it?

Time says you’re younger.

My heart says you’re older.

Maybe souls don’t follow calendars.

Maybe yours has been here before,

waiting until the right moment to meet mine.

My 1994,

Our lives grew in very different rooms, under very different skies.

You came from a warm place,

a loving parent, laughter at the table, family celebration,

a happy childhood, a big sister who watched over you.

You lived a life I only ever visited in dreams.

The kind of life I imagined late at night, when hope felt fragile but still alive.

And yet,

I’ve always carried this quiet feeling that I had a twin somewhere.

Not in reality. Not by blood.

But by soul.

I wished for it once.

Then I let the wish go.

And still, the feeling stayed.

My 1994,

Life is a hidden, magnificent mystery.

Unfolding events without a clear explanation.

Imagine how much I already know about you,

even before we meet.

Sometimes it scares me. Sometimes it feels sacred.

I see moments before they happen.

I hear echoes before voices arrive.

And lately, I hear you.

“At Jakarta, you said...I'll be looking for you.

Then I saw you… on a flight.”

Saturday is the day, you said again.

That we will meet each other.

And you’ll be the one who says hi.

My 1994,

And if that time arrives, I will know,

I won’t be surprised.

Because when you say hi,

I believe my soul will recognize yours.

As if it has been waiting all this time.

As if distance were never distance at all.

Saturday is coming.

And somehow, deep inside,

It feels like we’ve already met.

Yours,

Vie