I ran into my high-school sweetheart at the grocery store two days ago (we haven’t spoken in 12 years). We’re both divorced now, and the spark was instant. He asked for my number, but I panicked and said I was late for something. Do I message him first or let fate decide again?

Twelve years, both divorced, and the spark still crackled in the cereal aisle? That’s not coincidence, that’s unfinished business. You panicked because your heart remembered before your brain gave permission. Message him. Worst case: coffee and closure. Best case: the love story you were supposed to have the first time. Fate already did its part by putting him in front of the canned soups—now it’s your turn.