In another life, I’m convinced you and I were lovers. I know it sounds crazy… but is it really? Because the evidence is stacked.
First of all, we have the same initials — A.L. That’s not just a coincidence, that’s destiny whispering. Second, we’re both Aquariuses, which means we’re naturally rebellious, intelligent, weird, and dramatic. A power duo. A cosmic pairing. A soulmate situation.
And let’s talk geography. Yes, fine, you were technically born in Kentucky, but Illinois is your home. The Land of Lincoln. And I’m from Illinois too, so basically… FATE. Fate was trying to get us in the same place, same timeline, same cornfields — it just couldn’t get the timing quite right.
We also share the same sideburns (don’t argue with me), the same height (don’t argue about this either), the same sarcastic humor, and a mutual love for debating people until they simply give up. If that’s not compatibility, I don’t know what is.
The universe has been dropping hints my whole life.
I mean, I even went to Lincoln Park High School. And now I own a business in Lincoln Park. This is getting weird, right? Like how many signs does a girl need before she starts believing she’s in a historical situationship?
And now…I’m sad. Because I’m not going to see you on pennies anymore. What am I supposed to do now? How will I carry your face around in my wallet like a keepsake from a past-life romance? Who approved this? Because it feels personal.
Anyway, Abraham Lincoln, if you can hear me in that big theater in the sky:
I miss you, I love you, and in another timeline, we were absolutely that annoyingly powerful couple everyone else talked about.
Until we meet again.
Preferably on currency.
Yours Truly,
A.L.