Between Two Worlds

My Dear Stranger,

Without any warning,

I saw the other side of life.

It felt like falling—not down, but through.

Through something thin and unseen.

A crack between two worlds.

Our worlds.

One moment I was here, the next I was standing in a place I didn’t understand.

A world that felt cold and different. Out of place.

A world that felt older than time.

A world that carried secrets—dark ones, buried deep, as if they had been hidden for thousands of years.

And somehow, you were there.

I still don’t know how I crossed that line.

I don’t know why I was brave enough to walk through that crack alone,

walk into something so unfamiliar, just to find you. Just to save you.

To this day, it remains a mystery to me what encouraged me and pushed me forward,

What voice whispered, Find me,

What force refused to let me turn back?

But on the other side, things started to make sense.

I began to understand why people do the things they do.

Why does this world feel so heavy?

Why does the earth seem to drown in tears?

Why does pain keep repeating itself from one soul to another?

And why I have always felt different. Lost.

As if I was never meant to stay in one place.

My Dear Stranger,

Can I tell you something?

Sometimes I wonder—if I could go back to that very first day,

The day I felt your presence,

The day your voice echoed inside mine—what would I choose now?

If that unknown voice came again and offered me another way out.

A safer way. A brighter room. A life that felt easier to live.

Would I choose to walk away?

Or would I harden my heart, close my eyes, and pretend I never saw you, never felt your pain, never heard the quiet cry behind your silence?

Would I choose myself instead? My comfort. My peace.

I ask myself this more often than I admit.

If I had chosen myself over you, would I be free now?

Free from confusion. Free from fear. Free from missing you.

Maybe I would.

But what happened recently woke me up.

It reminded me of one truth:

that no matter how high I build my walls,

no matter how tightly I close my heart, no matter how often I say, "I don’t care."

There will be a moment when I meet a stranger who changes everything.

A stranger who breaks my wall without asking permission.

A stranger who brings me warm and safe feelings.

A stranger who makes me brave enough to speak, to stand, to be seen—even when the world judges.

A stranger who makes me do what I once believed was impossible.

Who leads me into the unknown with trembling hands and no certainty at all.

A stranger who brings pain and confusion—yes—but also opens my eyes.

A stranger who shows me a new world. Who helps me finally see myself, teach me how to be honest, and somehow, learn to love who I am.

My Dear Stranger,

For you, I know my answer. No doubts.

I would choose the same path. The same journey.

Even if it is hidden in shadows and goes through darkness all the way.

Even if it is filled with fear, sadness, and unanswered questions.

I would walk through that crack again.

Over and over again.

Just to find you. To save you.

To be with you.

My Dear Stranger,

For you, I'll never give up.

I won't be afraid. I'll be brave.

I will keep fighting.

I will keep growing stronger.

I will keep finding myself—piece by piece.

Until I'm whole again.

And maybe one day, when the time is right, we'll meet again.

We will find each other.

I will finally reach you. Hold your hand. And never let go.

Because together,

We will find our happiness,

our own fairy tale to tell.

Your stranger,

Vie