Perhaps we had been crossing paths long before we knew to look for each other.

Two strangers, growing beneath the same sky,
walking through the same years without knowing
that one day, our lives would become entangled.

It began with something ordinary—
a shared subject, a few late nights,
pages of a thesis slowly filled together.

And somewhere between the words,
we began to find each other.

Then life asked us to be apart.
There were miles between us,
years that changed us,
and moments when we almost became strangers again.

But love, perhaps, is sometimes less about never leaving
and more about finding the way back.

So after all the distance, all the seasons,
and all the versions of ourselves we had to become,
here we are—

two people who once happened to meet,
now choosing to spend the rest of their lives
remembering how it all began.

Perhaps this is what it means to finally come home.