There's no way we could meet. But one thing is certain. If we see each other, we'll know.
Mitsuha Miyamizu (Your Name 2016)
I have been watching anime since I was a toddler but none of them hit me as hard as this one. In the bustling chaos of a Monday morning, my eyes wandered through the crowd, searching for something intangible, yet undeniably significant. The weight of my past experiences hung heavy on my heart as I questioned the existence of fate and destiny. Deep down, I yearned for a connection that would transcend mere chance—a meeting that would ignite my soul and make me feel complete.
My lifelong journey through the world of anime had sparked a profound contemplation on the concept of a soulmate. From Greek mythology to Chinese folklore, from intricate symbols like the Shatkona and Brown knots to the enigmatic Serch Bythol, countless cultures whispered tales of two fragmented souls seeking reunification. And so, armed with hope and a heart full of curiosity, I delved into the search for my own soulmate.
The digital realm became my initial playground, a virtual space where connections could be formed with a simple click. It was there that I stumbled upon her, the first girl who captured my attention. Through the pixels of a screen, I glimpsed the possibility of a destined connection, an unspoken understanding that could bridge any gap. Despite the age difference, I believed her to be the missing piece of my soul's puzzle, and I offered her the entirety of my affection. However, her heart had already been shattered by another, and she could not reciprocate the love I poured forth.
Nevertheless, the flicker of hope within me refused to be extinguished. I continued to meet and talk to countless individuals, seeking that ethereal spark that would tell me, without a doubt, that destiny had finally arrived. Each interaction, though sincere, fell short of the profound connection I sought. Years turned into a decade, yet my soulmate remained elusive, slipping through the cracks of time.
As the years wore on, my mother grew increasingly anxious about my unmarried status. In her well-intentioned eagerness, she arranged a series of blind dates, hoping that one of them would fulfill the prophecy of my destined love. But one after another, they failed to ignite the dormant fire within me, leaving me disheartened and dispirited.
Yet, as life so often reminds us, the unexpected can occur in the most ordinary of moments. And so, on that fateful Monday morning, amidst the chaotic rhythm of the world, our paths converged. In the midst of a bustling crowd, my eyes locked onto hers, and a current of recognition surged through me. It was as if the universe had orchestrated this meeting, a culmination of all my hopes and dreams. Time seemed to slow as I drank in the sight of her, my heart whispering, "This is it."
In that moment, all the doubts and uncertainties that plagued me dissolved into the background. The universe had granted me a glimpse of the extraordinary—a connection that transcended the ordinary fabric of existence. The years of searching, the encounters that fell short, and the blind dates that missed the mark—they all faded away, replaced by an indescribable certainty that this was the one.
With newfound hope blazing within me, I took a step forward, ready to embark on a new chapter of my life—a chapter woven with the threads of destiny. Fate had finally unveiled its grand design, and as our eyes met, we both knew that the journey to find each other had come to an end. In that shared gaze, we discovered the missing pieces of our souls, finally united and complete.