Some things don’t begin — they’re just there. Like breath you forgot you were holding, like a glance that lands too softly to ignore. You didn’t arrive with reason. No build-up, no story. Just — present. As if we’d already started before we met. As if something remembered what I never knew I lost. Not loud, but lasting. Not certain, but sure. You never asked to be understood, and I never needed a reason. Some connections don’t need names. Still you felt like mine -Juanda