Finding true love

While my sister was talking to me about her latest idea of getting a second mortgage, I could not stop thinking of my meeting with Gabriel. It was destiny that put him once more on my path after close to twenty years.

All this time, he was impossible to find. I had asked all of our common friends about him. I inquired his old neighbours. I googled his name, hoping that something related to him would come up and I would know his whereabouts. Or anything about him. I even drove all the way to his parents’ house, but they had sold the farm ten years ago and move somewhere else. The whole family seemed to have vanished completely from the surface of the Earth.

I imagined that he might had moved abroad. That thought made me realized how much I wanted to find him and tell him all the things I had to say. Seeing that there was no way to get in touch with him, I carried on with my life. I packed my memories and bits of my heart within a well hidden drawer of my mind and label it : ”True love - never to be found again!”

Throughout the years, once in a way a memory would manage to escape that drawer and catch me by surprise, whenever I expected the least. Each time that happened, I told myself that if we were meant to be together, we would have been by now. I would spend a few more minutes thinking about him, remembering his soft voice. Obviously, that each one of these moments made me cry and regret my choice.

The first time we met, it felt like a miracle - two universes collided just for us to take the same path for a short while. Then within seconds, everything was gone without a trace. Many years I wondered what happened to him, where was he, what was he doing, if he was happy, if he got married or had any kids. And of course, if he ever had thought of me.

When we met again after two decades, I had the answers to all my questions within less than a minute. The moment I heard him calling my name the same way he did twenty years ago, my heart instantly woke up. I felt my knees shaking and I was not able to utter a single word. The first sentence he said was: “I have been waiting for you to come back to me!”

 

While my sister was talking to me about her latest idea of getting a second mortgage, I could not stop thinking of my meeting with Gabriel. It was destiny that put him once more on my path after close to twenty years.

All this time, he was impossible to find. I had asked all of our common friends about him. I inquired his old neighbours. I googled his name, hoping that something related to him would come up and I would know his whereabouts. Or anything about him. I even drove all the way to his parents’ house, but they had sold the farm ten years ago and move somewhere else. The whole family seemed to have vanished completely from the surface of the Earth.

I imagined that he might had moved abroad. That thought made me realized how much I wanted to find him and tell him all the things I had to say. Seeing that there was no way to get in touch with him, I carried on with my life. I packed my memories and bits of my heart within a well hidden drawer of my mind and label it : ”True love - never to be found again!”

Throughout the years, once in a way a memory would manage to escape that drawer and catch me by surprise, whenever I expected the least. Each time that happened, I told myself that if we were meant to be together, we would have been by now. I would spend a few more minutes thinking about him, remembering his soft voice. Obviously, that each one of these moments made me cry and regret my choice.

The first time we met, it felt like a miracle - two universes collided just for us to take the same path for a short while. Then within seconds, everything was gone without a trace. Many years I wondered what happened to him, where was he, what was he doing, if he was happy, if he got married or had any kids. And of course, if he ever had thought of me.

When we met again after two decades, I had the answers to all my questions within less than a minute. The moment I heard him calling my name the same way he did twenty years ago, my heart instantly woke up. I felt my knees shaking and I was not able to utter a single word. The first sentence he said was: “I have been waiting for you to come back to me!”