His eyes hold a depth that unsettles me, as if they see beyond the surface, unraveling the secrets I've long kept hidden. I should step away, yet I can't. His gaze pins me in place, dark and endless, pulling me under like a tide I have no will to resist.
.
.
.
.
But what truly binds two people together? Is it the sheer weight of coincidence, the countless moments where fate seems to intervene? Or is it something more of an invisible thread, weaving through time, relentlessly drawing us back to each other?
Perhaps destiny is not written in the stars but shaped in the spaces between our choices. Maybe, without realizing it, we turn fleeting encounters into something greater, seeking meaning where there was none, molding chance into fate. And in doing so, we convince ourselves that we were always meant to be.