The hopeless romantic living and actively breathing inside of me would love to presume serendipity is real. Not some synthetic emotion that is sought upon to be inadequate, because it can’t been seen or heard. It is very persistent in my life whether people deem it as ridiculous or not. It continues to caress every fiber of my being. It is alive in well in my existence: and it always will be.
Serendipity is the miraculous unknown feeling that transpires when fate is perfectly aligned in your presence. I noticed the simplicity of this when you came back into my life. For the world had been waiting upon your arrival. Every time you left, you were sent directly back to me.
We had been lovers before. You met me in a dark and mysterious point in my life. I could never return the love you provided for me perfectly. I couldn’t realize at that point in my life why I needed you so badly. That is how you escaped from me ever so easily. I let you go. I sought after you and yearned to get you back. But the universe knew one thing: we weren’t meant for each other right now. Give it precious time before you love again. If someone or something returns, I suddenly realized it is surely meant to be.
Months and months had flown by without a call or text from you. Lonely nights spent pondering about how you were no good for my lonely and dismantled soul. I began to feel an invigorating and healthy lifestyle presenting itself upon me, showering me with love and happiness in abundance. I knew that I could live without you. I didn’t need you anymore. I only needed the woman I saw staring back at me in the mirror.
Yet, you never seemed to leave my imagination. My subconscious mind saw you in my dreams every single possible moment it could grasp you. Luring me back into your charismatic and affectionate persona that you embodied spectacularly. I knew that you were no good for the soul I saw demolished into pieces when you left me oh so easy. You didn’t blink an eye when you saw me shattered like a broken mirror, reflecting back the image of yourself. For you didn’t even bother trying to put the shards back together. I was as broken as you found me. Dismantled and disowned; but miraculously still breathing. Just because I couldn’t love you like I should have then, didn’t mean you had to leave.
Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.
We always pondered and explained in vast detail, how fate was ultimately going to bring us two souls back together. It has been five months since I had spoken too you. I didn’t contact you, and you didn’t contact me. Sometimes I even begin to see others taking precedence over you. Every time the universe unexceptionally yet unimaginably never worked back into my favor. I began to understand that maybe, I was never meant to run into you again.
It wasn’t meant to be.
After this, I didn’t believe in serendipity anymore. I didn’t believe in fate, or the universe bringing two souls together in an unexplained manner. I just accepted the sharp shards of glass cutting up my insides. Emotion covering every part of my bones, never allowing me to move forward from this horrendous predicament. The universe never understood the way I felt about you. The obstacles I would endure to see or hear your voice once again. Or so I thought.
The hopeless romantic inside of me had given up. Crushed dramatically before my very eyes.
That was before I saw your name plastered across my phone screen today. It was a message from you. Is serendipity as real as I had always believed it was?
I guess this was the sign I had been seemingly yearning for. Our souls had the opportunity to collide once again. Fate intertwining exceptionally in my favor, and love restored into me. Serendipity is as real as any emotion or feeling that is presented upon us souls.
I know that for a fact.
I got the opportunity to love you again.