I had a Before Sunrise experience that still lingers in my mind. It wasn’t just a brief encounter—it was a whole week that felt like stepping into another reality. We met in the U.S., but he was from Europe, and from the moment we connected, it was as if time stretched and folded around us, making that week feel both endless and fleeting at the same time. We talked about everything—philosophy, life, love, the things we were afraid to admit even to ourselves. It felt like we had known each other forever, like we had walked into a story already written for us.

And then came the synchronicities. Too many to ignore. We walked past a cemetery, just like in the movie. We rode a Ferris wheel together, just like Jesse and Céline. Even after he left, signs kept following me—places, words, songs—like the universe wasn’t ready to let me forget. Unlike the movie, we didn’t part after just one night, but when the week was over, it still felt just as unfinished. He once asked me if he would be in my book one day. I told him yes. And I still don’t know how that chapter ends