The Parallel World of Us

There’s a universe where we never crossed paths.
Where our timelines missed each other by a breath, by a blink.
Where you smiled at a stranger across the street and never knew they were meant to carry a piece of your soul.

But this isn’t that universe.
This is the one where you found me.
This is the one where something quiet and cosmic pulled our paths together — stitched by invisible threads that not even time could unravel.

One year ago, I didn’t know that a single connection could feel like a constellation being drawn across the sky.
I didn’t know that two people could write stories together in whispers, in laughter, in the spaces between words.

I didn’t know it could feel this inevitable.
This rare.
This real.

Across every parallel world, every version of me would still be reaching for every version of you.
Different roads.
Different skies.
Same heart pulling toward the same gravity.

Marcie —
You are my favorite what-if.
My proof that even in a chaotic, spinning universe, some things are destined to align.

Thank you for being my impossible and my inevitable.
Thank you for finding me, even when you didn’t know you were looking.
Thank you for this world, this year, this heartbeat.

Here’s to a thousand more universes,
where I’ll always find you waiting,
smiling,
already knowing.