He Was a Mirror, Not a Destination, A Reflection on Synchronicity.
He Was a Mirror, Not a Destination When I met him, I didn’t know what it meant. Now I understand: it wasn’t coincidence. It was synchronicity. How It Started We met at the gym in January. Our paths crossed around 6–7 a.m. — two early risers, quietly consistent. We spoke briefly, occasionally. He added me on LINE and sent kind, beautiful messages. I showed them to my husband and replied only, “Thank you.” After five months, he told me he was returning to Italy. He asked if we could have coffee before he left. That’s when I cried — not because he was leaving, but because of what he said before: “You’re so positive.” That one sentence touched something deep in me. I felt seen — something I rarely experience in my marriage or my family of origin. The First Real Conversation We met at Starbucks at the end of May....