I had this one perfect picnic day, but it wasn’t the usual kind—it was actually during a low point in my life, so I decided to go on a solo picnic somewhere quiet, kind of like a hidden spot where people only go when they need to clear their head; I laid out my blanket and just sat there for a while, thinking about everything, and at some point I realized I could actually feel okay on my own—not because I didn’t want someone in my life, but because in that moment, I felt safe just being by myself; then unexpectedly, not too far from me, another person showed up and did the exact same thing—spread a blanket, sat alone, quiet—and I couldn’t help but notice how similar it felt, like we were there for the same reason, almost like he was a mirror of me in that moment; we never talked, but at one point our eyes met and we just smiled at each other, and that was it, nothing more—but for some reason that small moment stayed with me, and even now I still wonder what it meant, or why we both ended up there at the same time, and I kind of hope that one day I’ll get the chance to ask him why he was there too.