People say destiny is a matter of chance.

I used to believe that too.

Until I met him.

Or maybe, until destiny decided our paths would cross.

There was nothing ordinary about us.

We belonged to different worlds, carried different burdens, and dreamed different dreams.

Yet somehow, every road I took seemed to lead back to him.

Years later, standing alone beneath a sky full of stars, I realized something.

The universe had never been trying to separate us.

It had been preparing us.

For the heartbreak.

For the distance.

For the silence.

And for the love that refused to die.

This is not the story of how we met.

This is the story of how destiny kept bringing us back to each other.

No matter how many times life tried to pull us apart.