(To read while listening to this 90s song. So, let the commotion start.)
There was a time when my YouTube feed was absolutely drowning in manifestation videos: “manifest your amazing life”, “manifest your perfect partner”, “manifest your cosmic destiny”. And since I’m the kind of person who has to try everything at least once (purely for research purposes, of course), I thought: why not test this mystical nonsense myself ?
So, for fun, I sat down and wrote a list of the 20 ideal characteristics of my perfect partner. And I didn’t hold back. I went full Hollywood: traits that would require divine intervention, a team of screenwriters, and even a touch of AI. I even added three specific names he absolutely had to have.
If I was going to challenge the Universe, I wanted to do it properly.
Once I finished, I abandoned the list and moved on with my life.
And no, the next day no one rang my doorbell with a giant box containing the perfect partner in life‑size format.
But some time later, someone contacted me on a social platform where I had written for years but had abandoned almost three years earlier, deactivating my profile and leaving only the option for a few people I cared about to message me.
First coincidence: he had one of the three names.
Fine, it happens.
Then came long emails written like letters, then voice notes, then phone calls.
He loved writing and drawing, just like me.
Fine, that happens too.
In the end this man had sixteen out of the twenty characteristics from the famous list.
So did we fall madly in love?
Absolutely not. We were so similar we could’ve been twins.
Zero attraction.
A perfect tie.
The Universe showed me that many things go beyond logic, but also that this whole “perfect partner” thing isn’t linear at all.
Because some time later, I met someone else, one of those people you barely notice at first because you’re convinced they have nothing to do with your life. And then one day you find yourself in front of that same person and realize they’re not so unrelated after all.
That’s how the Universe works: not with lightning bolts or perfect lists, but with quiet detours that suddenly make sense.
And then I lived happily ever after in a Bollywood movie.
Just kidding.
I didn’t fall in love, but I felt a lot more settled inside, and meeting that person still mattered. It nudged me toward something else that was waiting for me.
Because sometimes we meet people we genuinely like, but no matter how hard we try, it just doesn’t work. If a relationship can build solid foundations, it stays; if it doesn’t, it falls apart even if we care deeply. It’s not anyone’s fault, and it’s not a cruel cosmic joke: it’s just an asymmetry of timing, wounds, and emotional readiness.
Some people arrive to stay. Others arrive to move something inside you so you can keep walking toward what’s truly yours.
And that is the Universe’s favorite sense of humor.
