Before I Knew Your Name

You kept running into the same girl. A stray cat. A crowded crosswalk. A nearly invisible SoundCloud account discovered after midnight. Each encounter was brief, accidental, and increasingly difficult to dismiss as coincidence. Then somehow, she began appearing everywhere. You still don’t know her name. She barely knows you exist. Yet every impossible coincidence seems to pull two strangers a little closer—as if somewhere between her music, her silence, and those tired grey-green eyes, there’s something you haven’t understood yet. Maybe eventually, one of you will finally ask the obvious question: Why do we keep meeting?