And it did.
It took years.
During the time we hadn’t met yet, we cried, we laughed, we loved, we felt alive, we felt dead. We felt on top of the world and we also went through hell. We experienced the beginning of our twenties without each other.
We hung out with the same people but at different times. We hung out at the same places and bars but at different times. We were twenty minutes away from each other for 28 years but we never crossed paths.
We weren’t meant to be during those years. We needed time to heal. Time to live. Time to forgive. Time to learn. As the years went on, that’s exactly what we did.
After time went on, we knew what we were looking for. We were both desperate to find it. We were both desperate to find each other.
The moment he spot me for the first time, he didn’t stop until he had me. I guess he knew quicker than I did that we were each other’s soulmates.
We’ve been inseparable since the first night we hung out. I swear I fell in love with him the moment our lips touched. It was just an instant high that I can’t even explain. Two years later, and I can still feel it.
What I learned after meeting my now husband and father of my child is that, what’s meant for you will find you. No matter how much time goes by or how far away you wander. It will find you. 🫶🏻
