So I was looking through old pictures of myself and I came to find this. I still remember the smell of the spray paint as I was tagging this on the wall of my room.

This picture is truly sentimental to me. Why? Well I tagged this on my wall around the time I graduated high school. I was bored one day and I was feelin a little artsy. So I did it anyway even though I knew my mom would give me shit about it. About two months later, Luke and I made it official that we were together. One day, we were lying down as my back was towards him. He looks at the tagged wall, then at me as I turn to face him. Suddenly he yells, “Deja vu!” He was trippin out and mumbling to himself. I ask, “what!?” and he says, I’ve dreamt about this before…around my sophmore year. The girl was you!” He remembers seeing the word Love tagged on a wall the exact same way and a girl with her back towards him, however he didn’t know who she was because she was facing the other way. He kept saying how he always wondered why he dreamt of some random girl and who was it? It was silent for a moment as we were sinking in this bizarre concept that we were trying to believe.

Facts: I didn’t tag Love on my wall until the end of my senior year, yet he dreamt about it already three years back. We didn’t really know each other until the summer we got out of high school.

I was thinking to myself that it was way too much of a coincidence. He had a dream of me when he didn’t even know me?? All these thoughts rushed through my head. He kept insisting that the whole set up of the room and lying down next to me was exactly how he saw it. And as I turned to him, it completed his dream because he finally found out who the mystery girl was. Me.

I never really believed in fate, but maybe it’s possible that it does exist.