1994 — Closer Than Ever

My Dear 1994,

I feel you closer than ever now.

Not as a thought, not as a wish,

but as a quiet certainty resting in my chest.

Sometimes I catch myself wondering who you are.

What kind of life do you have?

Whether your silence feels like mine.

Whether, somewhere out there,

You are also pausing in the middle of ordinary days,

feeling something you can’t fully explain.

I’ve been waiting.

Not impatiently—just faithfully.

Like someone who already knows the ending, yet still chooses to walk every step slowly.

There were moments I doubted this connection.

Moments, I asked myself whether I was only holding onto an illusion,

Whether this connection I feel is real or just a story my heart tells itself to survive.

But the feeling never leaves.

It doesn’t fade.

It doesn’t ask for proof.

It just waits patiently.

And lately, it feels different.

Stronger. Closer.

As if time itself is folding in, shortening the distance between us.

Maybe our meeting will come sooner than I expect.

Maybe the waiting is almost done.

I imagine that day often,

not in grand gestures,

but in something simple.

My Dear 1994,

We'll meet at the unexpected place and time.

You’ll walk into my world like you’ve always belonged there.

You’ll look at me, really look at me,

and before words find their way out, my soul will already know.

You’ll say hi and say your name.

Just that. Nothing dramatic. Nothing rehearsed. Just a simple introduction.

And somehow, in that single word, everything will align.

My soul will recognize yours the way it recognizes home.

No questions. No hesitation.

Only that quiet click, like two pieces finally remembering where they fit.

By then, our souls will be one, connected.

past the guarded calm,

past the years of waiting.

And when our souls connect, they won’t rush.

They won’t cling out of fear.

They will simply hold on.

gently, firmly.

and never let go.

Until that day arrives,

I’ll keep living, keep becoming, keep believing.

Because somewhere in the future,

you are already walking toward me.

And somehow,

it feels like I’m already there.

Your future,

Vie