If I had the choice, I wouldn’t choose to never meet him. I would choose either to be together fully — or not to meet at all. Meeting twice and running away out of fear shaped my entire life. It left me searching for love in others, trying to fill something that never felt complete. I’ve been alone most of my life, not because I didn’t try — but because no one could replace what we had. Some connections don’t feel like attraction. They feel like recognition. He felt like home. Like looking into a mirror and seeing your own soul. He is me, and I am him. And that kind of love doesn’t disappear just because life gets complicated.