In this world, you may feel drawn to someone you don’t even know—
yet there's a strange sense of closeness,
a comfort that defies explanation...
You see their face once,
and it feels as if you’ve known them forever,
as if your souls had met in another time,
then drifted apart, only to reunite someday.
It’s not love, nor admiration,
but something deeper—
something unspoken,
something that cannot be put into clear words.
It’s the feeling that this person...
could be your dearest friend,
your soul’s companion,
or the shadow that arrived too late.
But you don’t approach—
not because you don’t want to,
but because you don’t know how to betray your own soul.
You don’t chase after things with force.
If the meeting is written, it will come gently.
And if it’s not,
then the feeling alone is enough.
Enough to know that your soul can still tremble,
when a soul like yours...
passes quietly by.
