after 7 years

i wasn’t prepared for it.

not today, not this year,

not in this version of me.


seven years is enough time

to convince yourself certain people

belong to another lifetime.

a memory you cared about,

but never expected to meet again.


and then she appeared.


HER???

out of everyone???

after everything???

after the evolution???

now???


i still can’t believe it.


i saw her across the card show

and my whole chest did that quiet collapse —

the one that happens when the past

and the present collide so perfectly

it almost feels unreal.


i said her name.

she looked at me…

and in two seconds you could see it all hit her:

recognition,

shock,

softness,

history slamming right back into her ribcage.


and then —

“Tanveer?”


that one word

felt like a key turning in a lock

i didn’t know was still inside me.


she hugged me like someone who remembered

exactly who i used to be

but was stunned by who i’d become.


she said i didn’t look anything like myself.

she wasn’t lying.

i’m not him anymore.

i haven’t been him for a long time.


but something in me remembered her instantly —

the late-night convos,

the Harvey’s runs,

the way she drove me home after i almost got jumped,

the secrecy behind our friendship,

the way we understood each other

in a way no one else did.


that chapter wasn’t small.

i just forgot how much it meant.


i walked away thinking the universe

was just messing with me a little.


and then she followed.


walked right out to the lounge,

right where i was standing,

like her feet moved before her brain caught up.


“oh, i see you’ve met my cousin.”


that wasn’t small talk.

that was a bridge being rebuilt.

that was a thread being picked up

after years of silence.

that was her heart reacting faster than her logic.


my boys saw it.

i saw it.

the energy was loud without either of us saying a word.


and honestly?

i’m still hit in the chest.


because what are the odds?

what are the chances?

what timing is this??


HER???

the girl i wondered about,

the girl i lowkey missed,

the girl i checked on months ago without knowing why,

the girl who knew me before the storms,

before the glow-up,

before the man i became.


and now she’s back in front of me,

not by accident,

not by coincidence,

but in the exact moment

i finally let go of every old weight.


life really waited

until i was levelled up,

aligned,

unattached,

and steady…


to return HER.


i’m not calling it fate.

i’m not calling it destiny.

i’m not jumping to storylines.


i’m just acknowledging the truth:


this is the craziest,

most unexpected,

most perfectly timed

reconnection of my life.


and all i know is this:


i’m not running from this moment.

i’m not questioning it.

i’m not overthinking it.


i’m following this thread the whole way through.

.— Mr. Mak


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