Life never felt the same. I had been so accustomed to being alone with my thoughts, the greatest constant being the eternal inconstancy of my creative mind. I now had someone with whom to share these many musings, in the form of long fluid emails, frequent poetic texts and unexpected melodic phone calls. I took my time, as is easy to do being continents apart. One of my most revered forms of communication is the written word (these days the long form is e-mail, the short being a text). There is much to learn in the formality of one’s writing, in the words used and the mood they create. I had to give him a break, English not being his native tongue. I was deeply moved by his literary competence, not to mention the emotional intelligence of his writing. Every day I looked forward to his words, and expressed more of my own. Thus, the anticipation grew.
He returned in six weeks for ten days. On day three, we fell in love. There is much to say and many words to describe the events that led to falling in love, but this I will keep for myself, as each of us should have the pleasure to discover this feeling in our own unique story. Very simply, you know. And forever you savour this sensation.
Just like the first time you showed me this picture, same thing happened: couldn't resist my tears. Seeing this wonderful picture I'm always so moved and grateful for you, finding your true love! Yes, there's such thing, I believe in it, and every time I think of you it gives me more hope. 🙂
I stumbled upon you by accident and just wanted to say congratulations and all the best. Unlike you, I was already in the country where I found my love; and after marriage, travel and a blissful home life, we are separating. Not all stories are fairy tales, but it was nice while it lasted. Still grateful.
Thank you!! Sorry about your story. Love will find you again in the most unlikely moment.
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