Two paths.

One quiet intersection.

Some stories don’t arrive loudly.

They appear softly,

like a calm tide touching the sand for the first time…

or the second.

Yours began once by chance.

And again by timing.

This time, with meaning.

Across miles, oceans, days,

and silences, a connection returned: subtle, unexpected, undeniable.

Not a rom-com.

Not a mystery.

Just two people who found a rhythm that felt familiar.

The space between the first meeting and the second was never empty.

It was filled with the quiet certainty that certain things are meant to circle back when the moment is finally right.

This domain is simply a place to keep that certainty safe.

Nothing more is required today.

Nothing less will ever be enough.