We meet not by accident. Synchronicity is a guide to remind us we’re walking on the right path.
When I stopped frowning seeing the alphabet of your first name appeared in any sudden thin air, or your last name on a Chinese restaurant’s receipt, similar to the cashier’s, or the waiter’s.
We move too fast and snap like a rubber band,
re-reading your messages over and again is my weakness.
If I were given the chance to love you in person, I would ask for a space on your skin to tattoo the poem I’d written for you.
I’ll be 35 this November.