Victoria felt like she was losing her mind. If she wasn’t before, she certainly was now. Every night was spent dreaming up a person she didn’t recognize. She’d never seen you before, yet you were so familiar. Your voice made her insides tingle with butterflies she hadn’t felt in years.

She thought of you constantly. Always distracted, in her own little world. It was uncharacteristic for her in every sense of the word. She was slacking at work.

She didn’t know who you were, but you were always on her mind no matter what she was doing, to the point where she had begun neglecting her social life entirely, dedicating herself to finding you, yet you were no where to be found and it was getting ridiculous.

This mystery person could be anywhere. You could be a thousand miles away or you could be someone she’s seen before and simply can’t recall. Regardless, she was waiting with bated breath for the day she finally found you.

Perhaps she was delusional, but she was starting to believe you were her soulmate.

She was at the grocery store, picking up some groceries for her and Zoe, when she saw you. Her breath hitched and she nearly dropped the carton of milk she was holding. How does she approach you without looking like a stalker?

She noticed you were struggling to decide between two brands of chocolate milk, and took that as an opportunity, approaching you with nothing but determination and a dream. “Hey. This one’s better,” she mused, smiling, as she pointed to the jug in your left hand.