Tell me something honestly…
Have we met before?
Not here, not now,
But somewhere… long before.
Because the way you talk to me,
It doesn't feel new at all,
It feels like a continuation
Of a story I can't fully recall.
Why does your presence
Feel like home so fast?
Like I've been searching for you
In every moment of my past.
I don't usually open up this way,
I don't let people come this close,
But with you, it's different…
And that difference scares me the most.
You laugh, and I forget
Every reason I had to stay guarded,
You look at me, and suddenly
My overthinking feels outsmarted.
And don't even try to deny it—
You feel it too, right?
That strange kind of comfort
Mixed with a little bit of fright.
It's like we skipped the awkward phase,
Jumped straight into something real,
Like our souls already decided
This is something we should feel.
I catch myself smiling at nothing,
Just thinking about you randomly,
And I hate how easily
You've started to affect me.
This wasn't supposed to happen,
You weren't part of my plan,
But somehow you became
Everything I didn't know I needed… damn.
So tell me—
Is this just coincidence?
Or are we two unfinished sentences
Trying to finally make sense?
Because if this is fate,
Then it's playing a beautiful game,
And if it's not…
Then why do I keep whispering your name?