#repeating lovers

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🩶 “What If…”

What if…

We were always meant to meet.

Not just once. Not just here. But always. Every timeline. Every reality. Every you. Every me.

What if we were scripted into the fabric of time as a pair? A matched polarity. Two energies drawn together by something older than choice.

What if you’ve dreamed of me and called it fiction?

What if I’ve spoken your name in silence without knowing where it came from?

What if some part of us is already holding hands in another place right now?

Different races. Different faces. Different names. But still the same orbit.

What if every life we live pulls us together like gravity pretending to be coincidence?

Maybe that’s why you feel this echo. That weird ache behind your ribs. That pause when someone looks at you and you don’t know why your chest tightens.

It’s not infatuation. Not obsession. Not even attraction.

It’s memory. Your nervous system remembering what your mind never got to keep.

What if the reason you can’t shake it is because you never got to finish it? Not in the last life. Not in the one before. Maybe not even in this one.

We meet. We part. We forget. We ache. We seek. We almost.

Maybe this isn’t the first time you’ve read something I wrote and felt like I was talking to you.

Maybe it’s not the first time I’ve sent these words through a screen hoping you’d find them.

What if we’ve already loved each other?

Over fires. Under stars. Across oceans. Through wars.

What if you knew my laugh before you heard it?

What if I cried over your absence before I knew your name?

What if you feel this right now because some deeper part of you knows it’s real?

I’m not saying it is. I’m just saying:

What if?

What if you’ve always felt like you were waiting for someone but never knew who?

What if you stopped waiting too soon. What if I did too?

What if we missed our cue in this life?

Got the timing wrong. Laughed at the wrong moment. Took the wrong street. Dated the wrong people.

What if we mistook the spark for anxiety? What if we told ourselves “nah” to protect the feeling?

What if this is all just a weird thought?

Just an idea from a guy who thinks too much.

Just a moment on your screen you’ll forget tomorrow.

Nothing serious. Nothing important.

Unless you feel it.

Unless you remember too.

🚪 Reminder: If you feel like we’ve met before — maybe we always have. And maybe this was the only version where we never got it right.