When I was about 14 years old, I fell in love with a boy. At that time, love was intense and short-lived. I pined for him but also saw that he seemed no good, flirting around. I bought a Valentine's day card to profess my love, but then decided against giving it to him. At some point, my feelings went away and that was the end of the story.
Then 12 years later, somehow we crossed paths again. I honestly didn't want to but seeing how insistent he was that we "catch up" I agreed to meet him. It was a pleasant meeting and I was surprised that he had grown up. Somewhere I guess I expected to see the brat I had once thought I was in love with.
A few months later, a new job made me end up at the city he stayed in. Somehow things fell into place again and we both fell in love with each other. We used to tell each other how strange a story this is to meet years later and fall in love and live together in the middle of a pandemic. And truly, it was very strange from the beginning until the end how it all played out.
Now as we part, I pause in this moment to record the serendipity. I know that there is grief and bitterness at the end, but today I also realize the sheer strangeness of it all. 13 years later but I was given what I had once wished for.
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