Chapter 3: Everything Happens on Time - Angel Numbers

Everything Happens on Time

“Synchronicities aren’t coincidences. They’re the universe saying, ‘I see you.’”

I stopped being her comfort zone. She stopped being my safe place. It’s funny how you don’t notice it right away—
How the shift is so gradual, so subtle, that you mistake distance for busyness. But energy never lies. The calls became less frequent. The voice notes felt rushed.The affection—muted. And I told myself, “It’s fine. She’s just stressed. People go through phases.” I believed it because I wanted to. Because if I didn’t believe that, I’d have to admit something worse.

That we were slipping. I gave her more space. More patience. More silence. Thinking maybe she’d come back stronger. But silence doesn’t always heal. Sometimes it becomes the home where miscommunication breeds.

A good friend of mine once introduced me to Angel Numbers—just a simple moment, a passing thought. She had no idea that little nudge would guide me through the darkest days. Today, I see signs everywhere—proof that the universe speaks when the soul listens. And to her- I'd just like to say - look what you unknowingly sparked. When God chooses you to help someone, you don’t need wealth or power—just presence".

The signs started showing up right around then. 111 on the microwave. 444 as the YouTube view count. My cab would arrive, and the last four digits would be 1521. Her birth date plus our anniversary. It wasn’t just a coincidence. It was constant. Even my dreams began shifting. I’d see places we’d never been. Conversations we never had— But felt real, like echoes from a life we were meant to live. And that’s when I remembered what I once said: “If the universe ever separates us, it will also find a way to remind us.” It was happening. But it wasn’t making me feel better. It was making me feel awake.

I started noticing other things. Things I ignored at first. The way she’d stop calling at office breaks. The way my messages stayed on “seen” for hours—even days—while she posted reels, liked pictures, and replied to comments.

At first, I gave her the benefit of the doubt. “I know she’s busy.” “I know she needs space.” But slowly, it became clear: She wasn’t avoiding the world. She was avoiding me. One day, I couldn’t take it anymore. I called. Told her, “We need to talk.”

She hesitated. Her tone changed. “It’s just a phase,” she said. “This happens in every relationship.” But the way she said “relationship”— Like it was an obligation. Like it wasn’t ours anymore. She didn’t say “our” phase. She said “every.” And that’s when I knew. We were slipping, and I was the only one holding on. I could’ve fought harder. I could’ve made her stay.

But I didn’t. Because I’m not the type to chase people who aren’t choosing me anymore. That’s not pride. That’s dignity. I remember that night clearly. I went to Bangla Sahib Gurudwara. The same place she first took me. Back then, she held my hand and said, “You are the answer to my prayers.” And now, I was back alone. Asking God:

“Why give me something I can’t keep?”
“Why let her love me if she couldn’t stay?”

But something shifted in me. I wasn’t praying to get her back. I was praying for strength. For clarity. To move forward without resentment. I said: “Let me rise without hurting anyone. Not even her.” Since then, I’ve been seeing the signs again. But now they’re different. They’re not calling me to her. They’re calling me back to myself.

I see my birth date on license plates. My angel number on clocks. The word “align” shows up everywhere—books, songs, even email subject lines. It’s like the universe is whispering: “You’re not being rejected. You’re being redirected.” She still posts. Still shares little glimpses of her life. And I watch. Not obsessively. Just…calmly. I’ve stopped depending on them. Because of my healing? It’s no longer about us. It’s about me.

A friend recently asked me, “Are you guys still together?” I paused. And I smiled. “Yeah,” I said. “We’re just on pause.” Because that’s easier than explaining a heartbreak that never got closure. Easier than describing a love that went quiet without ever saying goodbye.

And here’s the truth: I don’t hate her. I don’t blame her. I understand her.

She wasn’t ready. Not for the weight of real love. Not for the kind that shows up with no exit plan. The kind that asks you to choose again and again. And that’s okay. Because I was ready. And that matters too.

Because I know what I bring. I know what love looks like when it’s real. It doesn’t run. It doesn’t hide behind work, family, or mood swings. It shows up—consistently. Quietly. Bravely. And when I gave her that kind of love, I didn’t give it with conditions. I gave it because that’s who I am.

Love should feel like a steady hand. Even when everything else is shaking.  But I didn’t say anything. Because I realized I was becoming someone I never wanted to be—

The guy who waits for breadcrumbs.
The guy who studies clues.
The guy who feels lucky to be noticed.

That’s when I knew. I needed to take my love back. Not to be cruel. Not to punish. But to protect. Since then, I’ve stopped explaining myself.

To friends.
To the mirror.
To the empty messages I never sent.

I don’t need to explain how love ended. Because love, when it’s real, doesn’t end like that. It doesn’t fade without a word. It doesn’t turn cold without reason. It only disappears when it was never deep enough to begin with— or when one of you was too afraid to go deeper. And that’s okay. Because I’m not afraid anymore.I’ve sat in the dark. I’ve deleted photos and re-read old chats and asked God the same question on loop: “What did I do wrong?” And the answer? Nothing.

Sometimes it’s not about what you did or didn’t do. Sometimes, love doesn’t work out because the other person isn’t ready to receive it. Because they still don’t believe they deserve something good. Because they mistake peace for boredom. Consistency for routine. And you can’t teach someone to see your worth if they don’t see their own yet. So I’ve stopped trying. Stopped texting paragraphs in my head. Stopped waiting for her name to pop up on my phone. Stopped wishing she’d see me now and change her mind.

Because if someone has to lose you to realize what they had, they were never meant to keep you in the first place. Still, the universe keeps showing up for me. Keeps leaving signs. Keeps dropping subtle confirmations:

“You’re on the right path.” I was walking through a crowded street last week when I saw a little boy holding a bouquet with red roses from a brand from which she had sent me Valentines Gifts. The tag tied to the string read: “Keep Going.” That was enough. That was everything. There’s something else I’ve realized: Letting go isn’t about forgetting. It’s about no longer needing the answer.

I don’t need her to tell me why she changed. Why she stopped calling. Why she let go without a goodbye. I’ve stopped chasing closure from people who can’t even give themselves clarity. Instead, I’ve created my own closure. In small ways. In intentional rituals. I stopped playing our songs. Then one day, I played them again—and I didn’t feel anything at all.

I went back to a café. Ordered what she always got. Sat alone at the corner table. And I smiled. Not because I missed her— But because I had the strength to remember her without breaking. That’s the thing about real healing. It sneaks up on you. You wake up one day and realize… you haven’t thought about them in hours. Then days. Then weeks. And eventually, you stop needing their memory to feel full.

I don’t hate her. If anything, I thank her. Because in leaving, she gave me back to myself. Because of her, I stopped looking for love that needs to be convinced. Now, I only want the kind that’s sure. The kind that doesn’t ask for explanations. The kind that doesn’t disappear when it’s inconvenient. The kind that shows up—imperfect but intentional. And if that love finds me again? I’ll be ready. Not as the boy who gave too much too fast. But as the man who knows his worth, his rhythm, and his God.

I don’t wait for her texts anymore. But I still say her name in prayers. Not to bring her back— But to send her peace. Because if I truly loved her, I couldn’t wish her pain. Even if she caused mine. God works in strange, poetic ways. He breaks you, yes. But He also builds you again—quietly, steadily, beautifully. And when He does, He replaces what you lost with something better: Wisdom. Stillness. And a new kind of strength. “Everything happens on time.” That’s not just a quote now. It’s a truth carved into my days. A rhythm I’ve learned to trust. I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know if she’ll ever call again. I don’t even know if our paths will cross.

But I do know this: If something is meant for me, it will return. 

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And I didn’t plan this blog. But I felt it. God’s been guiding my every move, every line, every chapter. And now… I see it clearly. And People think I am just sharing my writing talent? 
No, this is to help anyone who is struggling with life. 

💡 The Logic Behind It — Broken Down:

1. Reticular Activating System (RAS): The Reticular Activating System (RAS) is a network of nerves located in the brainstem that plays a crucial role in regulating states of consciousness, wakefulness, and sleep-wake transitions. It acts as a filter for sensory information, determining which stimuli are important enough to reach conscious awareness. Essentially, the RAS helps the brain focus attention and maintain alertness. It helps you focus on what your subconscious mind believes is important.

A year ago, when I used to see “444” or “777” on a plate, I never noticed it. Now? Since you're spiritually tuned. You've fed your subconscious with purpose, numbers, energy, and intention. So your RAS says: “Ajay needs to see this.” The signs were always there. Now you’re just wired to see them.

Want to See? - Time, Likes, Share, Battery Percentage, and Other Numbers Are Important! TBH - I took these while doing my daily work, and even in Real Life, I saw them, and this is what made me believe in God even more.

P.S. I don’t know a shit about Photoshop. And honestly? I don’t need to.

Because when something flows from the soul, it doesn’t need filters or freelancers. 

It just needs faith. And that— I’ve got plenty of. I don’t force edits. I don’t chase aesthetics.

I just follow what feels right, and somehow, it all looks perfect anyway.

People see the glow now. The calm. The presence. The way I walk into a room and the energy shifts. And suddenly… everyone wants me around. But the truth is — that’s always been the case. From watching Ramayana as a kid, to journaling late nights, to dropping PRAY like a silent storm — it’s never been about attention. It’s always been about alignment.☆

Those angel numbers? They’re not just digits. They’re codes — sent by the divine to remind us that even in our confusion, we are exactly where we’re meant to be.

111 — Alignment with your higher self.
222 — Trust the process. 
333 — The ascended masters walk with you.
444 — You’re protected. 
555 — Change is here. Let it in.
666 — Rebalance. Realign. 
777 — You're on a spiritual path. Keep going. 
888 — Abundance is coming. 
999 — A chapter is ending, but you’re ready.

So if you’re reading this, then start trusting your intuitions more and Keep Praying! 
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And when they show up back-to-back like every day and sometimes as soon as a question or doubt rises in my faith, angel number comes in real time, and now it's so constant that I feel so blessed and the whole universe aligns to give me Answers I didn't even speak about to anyone till this day. 

Chapter 4: When the Universe Speaks - Next Sat, 5th July,25.

Also, I've been a Huge Fan of Star Wars : Since childhood and now I understand what they meant by :- 

Still not believing?

Here : Angel Numbers and Their Meanings (1111, 222, 444 & More Decoded) | Gabby Bernstein