Some might call it serendipity, others fate, but whatever it is, it is oddly beautiful.

I mean those moments when you bump into someone you have not seen in years, in the exact place you both happened to be. If they had caught a different bus, stopped for coffee, or crossed the road, that meeting would never have happened.

At least eight years ago, I met @brodymeandgdd at an event in Welwyn Garden City. We had a good chat and added each other on Instagram. Last year, we found ourselves in the same meeting through our respective jobs.

Two years ago, I ran into a former workmate in a shopping centre in Paisley. The following week, I went on holiday to Corfu and bumped into the same person on the main strip.

When I look back, I can trace everything that led to Tracy and me meeting and getting married to a chance encounter in high school.

Around exam time, I started talking to a guy called Andy and we quickly became friends. After school finished, we spent our time on nights out, pub trips, all the usual eighteen year old stuff. Andy introduced me to his friend Tracy H, a different Tracy. We were both poets and our friendship was completely platonic. We would meet, write together, and take turns adding lines to a poem. I still miss that.

When I was 20, Tracy H and I went to a club night with Laura, a workmate of hers. The theme was school disco, so I went in a blazer, white shirt and tie with dark jeans. I never liked school trousers.

Years earlier, Laura had been on a clubbing holiday and become friends with Lindsey, who just happens to be the best friend of the Tracy you all know and love.

Tracy and Lindsey were at that same club night. As I mentioned in Dystrophy Dadvent Day 1, Tracy and I ended up spending time together, meeting again the next day, and starting the most meaningful relationship of my life.

If I had studied something else, not spoken to Andy, not met his friend, if Tracy had stayed home, or if Lindsey had never gone on that holiday, we might never have met at all. In a universe this vast, the odds feel astronomical.

Maybe it really was written in the stars.