We were strangers once,
but the space between us felt thin—
like a thread, waiting to be pulled,
to weave our lives together.
Then, suddenly, we weren't strangers anymore.
Time stretched and folded,
creating the perfect moment for us to meet.
A story eager to be told,
and there’s no feeling quite like starting a new book—
full of promise, full of possibility.
Where every word would matter,
every glance would linger,
where what we’d become
was already waiting to be written.
I want to hold onto every chapter,
while praying it doesn’t end
the way it began— As strangers