universe

I laughed, but it turned out a stranger was watching me...

Then I laughed even louder, not caring who that stranger was. I went back to my rented house.

I entered still laughing loudly—I didn’t know what made me feel that way. I just realized that the stranger was now in my house... yes, in my house.

It felt stranger. Why was he in my house? What did he want, and for what purpose? But apparently, he was a friend of my friend. He had come along with someone who was going to meet my friend. I was confused, but that’s what really happened. They gathered, laughed, joked, but I just sat silently in my room because I didn’t know them.

"Hey, look over here!" my friend said to me. I felt shy. They smiled at me. I thought they were playing a prank on me. Typical!

They left, and now I was free to do anything again—even to laugh out loud once more, haha. The next day, my friend told me that one of the guys who came yesterday had asked about me.

“Ha! Why ask me anything? Do we even know each other?” I thought. Why would he ask about me, and for what reason?

A few days later, a new contact messaged me. He didn’t say much, just told me to save his number. Okay...

"That guy you mentioned yesterday—he sent you a message this afternoon," I told my friend, just to make sure he was really one of their friends.

Day after day, he kept sending me messages. I wondered—why? I even found him kind of annoying, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything directly to him.

Weeks went by, and we got to know each other. It felt like we’d grown so close. My friends often got mad because I was always loud when I talked on the phone with that guy, haha.

He even started caring about me. Ugh, I was doomed. Then one night, out of nowhere, he confessed his love for me. Ughhh... Why did you have to say that? I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be with him. I apologized, knowing I had crushed his hopes.

But I felt like we were still together—even without a label, right? Turns out, relationships are hard. I couldn’t do it. After I rejected him, he stopped messaging me. I felt empty. I couldn’t take it. Turns out I had fallen in love. Love? Yes, I loved him.

Some time later, we finally got into a relationship. It felt like I had a new life when I spent the night talking with him, when I felt his hand holding mine… sigh.

But a few weeks later, we broke up because I no longer lived in that house. We were far apart. We couldn’t make it work. We didn’t understand each other anymore, and it ended.

I just thought—we were strangers, and then we got to know each other. Was that connection just to acknowledge that we existed? That we were here, on this Earth? For what purpose? On a planet this vast, why did I meet him? Why did we create something so sweet?

But if I were to meet you again in another life, I would choose to...