Perhaps we meet long before we recognise one another.
Life moves us along different roads, different countries, different seasons of ourselves.
Yet from time to time, our paths quietly cross.
A conversation. A shared thought.
A familiar feeling in someone we have never met before.
You may ask:
Where do our roads meet?
Perhaps in small things.
In the taste of an apple.
In longing. In memory.
In the strange hope that something kinder, deeper, or more meaningful still exists.
We imagine ourselves separate, yet human hearts often speak similar languages.
We repeat one another in wishes, fears, tenderness, and dreams.
Maybe we do not truly search for one another.
Maybe life simply teaches us to recognise each other when the moment comes.
And perhaps that is why stories matter.
They remind us that reality and imagination have always travelled together.