When she told me about her failed suicide attempt only days earlier, the recent events of my life started to make sense.

In her torment, she had gone to the top of a tall building to take a leap, but the door to the roof was mysteriously locked that day. The Universe was conspiring to keep her alive and that is why we met.

She was a Japanese woman living in Stockholm and I was an American who had been living in Japan for two decades. I was in Sweden on holiday. We were brought together in a way I could have never imagined.