Have you ever wondered why you met them at all? Why that timing, of all times? Why it felt familiar so fast? Why loving them felt inevitable? Why they stayed just long enough? why did they changed so suddenly? There's a quiet theory drifting through the universe called the soul contract. It says that before you ever learned how to breathe, your soul sat with the stars and chose a few names, not everyone. Just the ones who would shake your bones. The ones who would love you so fiercely that it would rearrange you. The ones who would crack your heart open so that you'd finally see what you truly deserve. The ones who would walk away, not to punish you, but to teach you how strong you are on your own and trust me none of it was accidental. Your soul chose them specifically with trembling hope and brave intention. And here's the part people miss, the fine print written in stardust, the contract never promised us forever. It only promised arrival. They would come exactly when you needed them, to awaken you, to soften you, to break you just enough so you could rebuild yourself into something truer. So when someone leaves, it doesn't always mean the love was fake. It means the contract was complete, the chapter gently closed, and your soul, wiser now, brighter, turned the page, ready for what comes next.