
“I never wanted a normal relationship”.
Normal felt safe, predictable, controlled.
But something in me always hungered for the kind of connection
that didn’t feel like choice—
but like gravity.
The kind of love that arrives
not because you’re ready,
but because the universe decides
it’s time.
And when I met them,
I felt it instantly—
That quiet, terrifying pull.
Not warmth.
Not comfort.
Recognition.
Like they were a chapter I had lived
in a book I never remembered reading.
Their presence didn’t feel new.
It felt ancient.
Like a memory etched into my bones
long before my body ever existed.
They didn’t smile the way normal people do.
They smiled like they knew something.
Something about me
I hadn’t uncovered yet.
And when their eyes met mine,
I felt that unsettling shift—
like two timelines locking into place.
Like fate had closed a door behind us
and whispered:
“There is no going back now.”
Being with them wasn’t soft or sweet.
It was magnetic.
Consuming.
Unavoidable.
Every conversation felt like a test
I didn’t know I was taking.
Every silence felt like a truth
they were waiting for me to admit.
This wasn’t love at first sight.
It was an ancient contract being enforced.
They touched parts of me
I didn’t show even to myself.
They awakened memories
I never lived in this lifetime.
And sometimes,
in the quiet moments,
I swear I saw shadows in their eyes
that didn’t belong to this world.
With them, I wasn’t falling in love.
I was returning
to a bond forged in another realm—
a place where connections are not chosen,
but bound.
And that’s why I never wanted a normal relationship.
Normal relationships can end.
This one couldn’t.
It didn’t feel human.
It felt inevitable.
Written in constellations older than earth,
carved into cosmic stone.
A love that felt like fate—
not the gentle kind
that guides you home,
but the kind
that claims you.
Completely.
Quietly.
Unquestionably.
The kind of fate
you don’t believe in
until it steps right in front of you
and says:
“We have met before.
And you are not done with me yet.”