We had a theory.
Since you were born exactly 11 months after I was born, my soul had to wait for 11 months to meet you.
After being separated, they promised to meet again after 11 years.
Insert a course of a million of things that have happened in between. I moved to another town, you moved to another city. You grew up another way, I grew up another. We both somehow moved back to the same place, although not at the same time. I was a silent but friendly, while you were loud but nice. We were two different people, completely unaware of the other. But then our souls had other plans.
When you were 11, you met me.
I guess our souls knew what they were doing.