Where Souls Know Before Names

My Dear Stranger,

I don’t know where you are now,

or which world you’re standing in as you read this—if you are reading this at all.

But I hope, quietly and sincerely, that you are safe.

My Dear Stranger,

When I saw you that day, nothing made sense—yet everything did.

Your eyes spoke a language I had never learned, yet somehow understood.

They carried doubt, confusion, uncertainty—and beneath all of it,

a pain so deep it had learned how to stay silent.

Your heart didn’t scream.

It whispered. And somehow, I heard it.

For you, I did things I never imagined I was capable of.

I crossed lines I didn’t know existed.

I walked alone into a world I didn’t understand.

I risked myself—without fully knowing why.

And the strangest part is this: I never stopped to think twice.

It was instinct. Or faith.Or something far beyond logic.

My Dear Stranger,

Sometimes I wonder—are you a real person,

or a lost soul I happened to encounter in a crack between worlds?

Were we meant to meet, or did our paths collide by accident in a moment that was never meant to last?

I often wonder—

If we meet one day, will you recognize me?

Not by my face, not by my name, not by the shape of my voice or the story I carry.

But by something older.

Something quieter.

Something sacred.

Maybe we won’t meet in the way people usually do.

Maybe it won’t be in a place that feels familiar, or in a time that makes sense.

Maybe we will meet the way souls do—

without explanations, without permission, without logic.

From different worlds.

Different timelines.

Different versions of who we’ve become.

I wonder if you will look at me and feel a pause in your chest you can’t explain.

A strange calm.

A familiar heartbeat.

A sudden ache that feels like home.

And maybe I will feel it too—

that soft recognition, like remembering something I never learned,

like finding a name already written inside my heart.

My Dear Stranger,

What if we don’t remember the story?

What if everything that once connected us has faded from the mind, but not from the soul?

What if our souls recognize each other the way the ocean recognizes the moon—

without words,

without touch,

without needing to ask why?

Perhaps I won’t say,“ Do you remember me?”

Perhaps I will only smile, and my heart will whisper, It’s you.

And maybe your soul will answer, I know.

My Dear Stranger,

If we come from different worlds,

then maybe our meeting was never meant to last—

only meant to awaken something eternal.

A knowing.

A quiet truth.

That some connections are not bound by time, distance, or reality itself.

They simply exist.

Waiting.

And if we ever meet again—even as strangers, even as passing shadows—

I believe our souls will not need introductions.

They will recognize each other the way light recognizes darkness.

Connected, from one soul to another.

My Dear Stranger,

All I ever wanted was to reach you,

cross time, distance, reality itself,

to save you,

to hold you,

to free you from whatever was breaking you from the inside.

But the distance between us was not just miles or hours.

It was worlds. Different realities. Different paths. Different moments in time.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t reach you.

My Dear Stranger,

You don’t have to hide your fear or confusion alone.

Because I am confused and afraid too.

And I don’t understand this feeling either.

But I believe,

One day—at the right time, in the right place, for the right reason—

Everything will make sense.

And by that time, everything will be perfectly beautiful.”

So wherever you are now—in this world or another—please don’t give up.

Stand up. Keep believing.

Even if we must survive this apart,

even if we walk in different worlds,

know this:

For one unexplainable moment, you were not alone.

And neither was I.

Always,

your stranger.

Vie