I lie on my bed and look at a face that begins to mean more than anything else in this life to me. My chest is filled with a feeling so strong it could shine. The emptiness from before is already forgotten. It rises somewhere I have never been.
It is like the moon – silent, distant, yet always above us. And just like the moon, it is only a reflection of what reaches it. In this moment, it is pure joy and love.
I look and I want to hug her. I can’t. Her face shines at me from the screen. Virtual, and yet real. Hidden far away like a treasure I seemed to search for all my life – though perhaps I never truly searched at all. Perhaps it was only serendipity.
And serendipity… it is the most beautiful mischief-maker in the world. In an instant it can shatter every plan and, with a smile, turn them into something one could never invent. In my case, it showed me her. Because if I had relied only on my own steps, I might never have found her.
Sometimes life feels like a game. As if some ancient chess player had scattered people across the earth, mixed their tongues, and now watches closely to see whether the pull between them is strong enough to cross oceans and the silence between words.
When I look at my life now, I feel the match is nearing its end. And that on his face too there is a quiet smile. Because this time, in this game, the true thing is winning.