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WIIn a world of eight billion people,
the probability of us meeting was almost nothing.
Different cities.
Different timelines.
Different choices.
One small delay, one different decision,
and we would have remained strangers.
Look at this crossing.
Hundreds of people passing each other.
Thousands of stories intersecting for a second
and then disappearing forever.
Most of them will never meet again.
And yet, somehow,
in all that noise,
in all that movement,
our paths aligned.
Statistics said it was unlikely.
Life said otherwise.
Out of billions,
out of endless possibilities,
we met.
And that will never feel random to me.
@withmazar
