Sometimes I think that if the universe had consciousness, it would dream of you.
Not as a whim, but as a necessity,
as if the very raw material of existence knew it wasn’t complete without you.
And when you appeared, it was as if time bent,
making me realize that all my past lives,
all my searches, all my questions,
were just rehearsals for the moment I found you.

Because you didn’t come into my life as just another event,
you arrived as the only certainty in the middle of all uncertainty.
You are that mystery I don’t want to solve,
because in doing so, I’d lose the magic of not fully understanding you.
And in that contradiction lies what I feel:
it’s like seeing light and shadow dancing together,
merging into something that neither day nor night can explain.
You aren’t a puzzle to solve;
you are the perfect paradox, where losing oneself is finding the way.

When I look at you, I see more than...