If modern physics is to be believed, we shouldn't be here.

The Higgs Boson particle is about a trillionth of a trillionth of a trillionth of a trillionth of a trillionth of a trillionth of a trillionth of a trillionth of a trillionth of a trillionth times tinier than our best theories would predict.

And in that microscopic difference - just a nanogram of cosmic dust - lies the seeds of infinite possibility.

In some universes, gravity flows backwards and waterfalls climb endlessly into the sky.

In others, time moves sideways and memories bloom like flowers before they happen.

There are worlds where thoughts have weight and dreams collect like dust on the windowsills.

Universes where light has consciousness and stars sing lullabies to sleeping planets.

Places where mathematics tastes like cinnamon and equations dance through the air like autumn leaves.

Most of these parallel worlds are dark and lifeless - hostile voids where, atoms never learned to dance. Yet here we are, in this impossibly perfect near emptiness of serendipity.

And in this one precious universe, among all the infinite paths we could have taken, somehow our stories intertwined. Of all the cosmic accidents that had to align, meeting you might be the most remarkable.

I'm glad I met you in this universe.