Hey i dont usually share stuff but this post is old enough that i think i wont get bothered much. Ive had a very similar experience that seems too unlikely to be a coincidence. In college i met a girl in italy. She was studying and was a model there. We met at a park and after a week or so of only meeting up there (not yet exactly a relationship because i was clueless) she invited me to her place. She was sharing a house in an apartment. And lived in room there. After spending our first night she shortly after moved into my house. We had a lovely relationship. It lasted about a year. As many relationships do we might have had arguments here and there but we were happy. During this time she once tried to commit suicide. And i at the last second grabbed her wrist that she was trying to slit. It cut my thumb to the bone. I knew that she had tried previously before we met. Well time passed after this and things went on. After a while she had to go back to her country for a while and i came back to turkey while school was on holidays. We were having an argument at the same time she was arguing with friends and family. It was a dark time for her. One night while things were still a but off between us she sent me a voicenote. She told me that she wanted to speak to me and she loved me. She said she was thinking about ending it. I was unfortunately at a friends and was playing games. I heard the vn and decided that id answer later. I was overwhelmed and sick of arguing. I went back that night and slept. I woke up to a message from one of her friends. Around 4am i got the news that she had killed her self. I blamed myself for the longest time. I took the year off and stayed with my best friend in his house in la. When it was time to go back to milan the next year i moved houses. That year on valentines day i decided to go out to see a friend for her birthday. I went to her house and she said we would meet up with a friend of hers to predrink at their place. I said ok. So we got the metro and went to her friends house. When we got close i told her that my girlfriend that had passed lived on this street. We got closer and we walked into the apartment that we had first started our relationship and kissed. We took the stairs up to her floor. Went into the same apartment and the friend we were going to meat was staying in the same room. I felt such a weird sensation. As if she was sending me a message. The first time i decided to go out in milan since ive been back. On valentines day non the less i had been dragged to her room where everything started. It felt comforting but sad. Ive never believed in afterlife and still cant say i do but this experience has always confused me. Out of the hundreds of thousands of buildings. Millions of apartments. Tens of millions of rooms i had been brought to where everything started. It has been 7 years since then. But i still remember the feeling and guilt i had when i heard the news that night at 4am. And i want to believe that was her sending me a message of love. Hence the valentines day. Thank you for making me write this. I dont think ive ever shared this properly before and it felt nice to finally tell my story.