Some people are destined to miss each other.
At least, that’s what she thought that summer.
He was so far away that she pieced together even his silhouette and his name from other people’s conversations.
And yet he was so close that, in certain moments, she could almost believe he was waiting for her to pass by.
A chance meeting, a pause at just the right moment, a glance back at just the right time.
And, just like that, they missed each other.
It seemed every part of the story came to a stop at those two words.
Years later.
“The wind doesn’t stop. It just changes direction.”
At last, he understood what she had meant by that sentence she wrote back then.
The wind had never truly left.
It had only taken the long way around before blowing back to him.
