Love That Feels Like Déjà Vu

I don’t know how to explain it without sounding a little delusional, but have you ever met someone and felt like... you’ve known them before? Not in the "we have similar music taste" kind of way.But in the soul-recognizes-soul, "energy aligns before words are spoken" kind of way.Like the universe paused for half a second when they entered your life, just long enough for your heart to whisper, “there you are.”

It’s weird.Sometimes love doesn’t feel new. It feels remembered.Like a conversation picked up from a dream you don’t recall having,Or an unfinished story finally resuming itself after lifetimes of silence.And maybe that’s what certain people are, unfinished stories.Fragments of a bond that never got closure.A feeling that couldn’t expire with time.A name you never heard but somehow already carry inside you.

There are souls that don’t knock when they arrive.They just feel like home without giving directions.They slip into your life quietly, like they've always belonged there—And you're left wondering if you’ve loved them in a thousand versions of the world...And if this one is just another chance to get it right.

I don’t know if love is cosmic, karmic, or just a beautiful illusion of timing.But I know what it feels like when something inside me leans toward someone without asking why.And maybe love doesn’t always begin at the start.Maybe it just continues...when the time is finally right again.

And if this feels like it’s about you… maybe it is..it has always been and it always will...(And at the end I remind again, I'M AN OVERTHINKER)