The Night I Knew (And Didn’t Know Why)

A story about intuition, fate, and the moment something inside me woke up

I saw him across a dance floor.

And something in me knew.

Not logically. Not rationally.

Just—knew.

I front-loaded my life. I didn’t mean to. It’s just that I never thought I’d live past 22. And, as fate would have it, when I met him, he felt the same.

I’m not privy to the mystery of signs and synchronicities, nor do I ever want to be. All I know is what I am about to tell you as I remember it. Even 26 years later, I see it clear as day…

Across a dance floor. The lights attached to his face. In a moment, my brain hitched onto a ride. The colors of the lighting design revealed him and I, tripped though spans of time and people on the dance floor to get to him.

He barely noticed. I never forgot it.

From that moment forward, I was committed.