I ran into my ex-boyfriend at a club last night. Interestingly, I had dreamt of him twice in the last week. Before I reached the club with my partner, I saw so many signs—888, 000, 444—and crossed the metro station I used to reach his home. I hadn't spoken to him in a year, and it was our first encounter since our breakup in 2020.

Given my extreme attachment style and heartbreak, I always thought my knees would buckle if I saw him. Despite having moved on, I believed I would fall and start sobbing.

Such little faith in oneself, little girl?

Well, nothing happened. We saw each other, exchanged pleasantries, and, since it was loud in the club, he met my current boyfriend, and we moved on to our friend group. I stayed on my feet the entire time. My heart thumped its usual thump. I was beyond okay. I felt alive, grateful, and at peace knowing him, learning from him, and letting him go.

Sometimes, the unexpected is exactly what you need. 🧡