The Art Of What Is Meant To Be

For years, their lives had intersected like ships passing in the night, their paths parallel yet never converging. We occupied the same spaces, breathed the same air, yet remained strangers in the vast expanse of our own worlds.
He was but a face in the crowd, a fleeting presence on the periphery of her own consciousness.
She remained a mere silhouette amid the bustling throng, a passing stranger barely registering in the landscape of his thoughts.
Until one fateful moment shattered the barriers of silence that stood between them.