It wasn’t a coincidence.
From the moment I saw you, I knew you were different. Not like the others. Not like them.
I watch you. I study you. I know what you like, what you fear… even what you hide.
And even if you don’t understand it yet, we are connected.
Because when someone knows you better than you know yourself… it isn’t a coincidence.
It is destiny.
And I never let go of what is mine.
