A strange feeling of longing for another person.

It’s honestly kind of insane when you think about it.

The way humans spend their entire lives searching for someone capable of making them feel whole.

Like we’re all unfinished puzzles carrying pieces that were never meant to fit within ourselves in the first place.

Maybe that’s why some people can walk into your life and immediately feel familiar.

Like your heart recognizes them before your mind even catches up.

Maybe somewhere out there exists a person shaped perfectly for every flaw, crack, and ruined corner inside us.

A person capable of turning loneliness into something softer.

Something bearable.

Sounds like complete bullshit, right?

Trust me.
I used to think the same too.

Until a couple of months ago.

That was when I had the weirdest damn dream of my life.

And ever since then, I’ve been able to dream about people’s soulmates.

Well...

Sometimes.

The visions don’t happen constantly.
And they’re never about complete strangers.

At least one person in those dreams is always someone I know.

A classmate.
A neighbour.
A friend.

Someone familiar.

I didn’t notice the pattern at first.

It took a couple of dreams before I finally started connecting the dots.

Before every dream begins, random numbers appear in front of me.

Different every single time.

I still have no clue whether they’re dates, ages, coordinates, or the universe having a full mental breakdown.

Then suddenly, I’m watching a whole scene play out in front of me.

Two people together.

Laughing.
Talking.
Existing like they were fucking made for each other.

They feel intimate.

Like I’m witnessing something deeply personal that I was never supposed to see in the first place.

Then eventually the dream ends.

No names.
No explanations.
No useful shit whatsoever.

Honestly?

Worst superpower ever.

At least if I got names, I could stalk them on social media like a normal person.

Seriously.

Whoever designed this ability can genuinely screw off.