The early 20s make it easy to believe there will always be someone else. Another match. Another date. Another chance. Hearts get broken without fully understanding how deeply someone else was feeling. Then time passes. One day, the roles quietly reverse. The waiting begins. The overthinking. The unanswered messages. The silence that suddenly feels louder than words. Maybe that’s karma. Not as punishment, but as life’s way of teaching empathy by letting every heart experience both sides of love. What do you think? Is this karma, or simply a lesson that only time can teach?