The Angel Number 2121 means inner peace and spiritual harmony. The Angel Number 1221 is a message from your guardian angels: they are with you, to support and guide you through a new beginning, a new phase in your life.
These angel number are really important to me.
Firstly I noticed the latter: it was the time of the day in which the boy I’ve been dwelling on restlessly all spring and summer, finally delievered his photography class exam - which, really, was a tale about what actually happened to him on my birthday, last day of August. I had been upset with him about his no show, overthinking and convincing myself he just didn’t care enough to come - my mistake. While I’d been crying hysterically about him being a lying asshole, he truthfully was stuck in his room, quarantining for two whole weeks, burning with a virus-fueled fever. Piling my pride and my bitterness, I stared at the pictures, hit like a deer in the headlights: all the tears and distress and reeking anger I felt for one whole week were a projection of my own pessimistic expectations, none of it was ever real. He had never meant to hurt me. And maybe that, that last, shattering reality-check, after a whole summer away from him, had actually happened exactly as intended: a cleanse, before a new beginning.
21:21 appeared to me in a setting that, to this day, I find hard to believe really ever happened: he had finally built the courage (or sheer curiosity, who knows?) to ask me out on a late night date at a pub - and there we were, anything but sober, speaking softly to each other, pretty faces chiselled by the shadows from the low orangish lights, jazz music and club remixes playing faintly above our heads. It wasn’t the first time we hung-out past the sunset, but it sure was the first time we hadn't picked any excuse to camouflage the genuine wish to see each other - alone, together. I checked the time on my phone, and squealed under my breath, greeted with yet another reason to believe I was, in fact, right: we’re meant to be together in this universe. That night I told him in poetic fashion I’d had a thing for him ever since I met him, and as pleasantly as unexpectedly I've been met by a blushy laughter and his beautiful smile - but oh, his smile is deceptive. As always, he drifted me so well from getting his thoughts on the matter, and after that night we haven’t really spoken about it again. It’s not that easy, being in love with your university coursemate: he found his way to claim the seat next to me everyday since that day, but that's been a habit of ours for months now - what’s not an habit, however, is the suddent inability to speak to each other we've been hit with, that’s killed our every convo since that night. I know I’m chickening away, but so is he.
These past few days I’ve felt vulnerable: everything feels realer after telling him, and although I trust him, I’ve already used up all my cockiness. I’d decided I’d give him time, but really, for once I was the one needing it. Tonight, after days of lingering flashbacks and dead-end hypothesis, I checked the time on my desktop, and there it was: 2121. Guess I’ll take the hint, then.
