I had read The Secret once before, but I wasn’t ready for it yet. I was too young, too negative, too whatever.

About a year or so after I bought it, I just so happened to decide to read it again. This time I was ready. My eyes were opened to its message, and I saw evidence for the first time of how I had been subconsciously applying The Secret to my life already, except in one key area – my love life. Although I’m young, I believe that I am one of those truly rare individuals who experienced true love at a young age, and found The One, too.

When I was 15, I met a boy and we dated for about nine months before things went south (we were both young and not ready for a serious relationship) and we broke up. For the next four years, we had a strange, kind of messed up on-again-off-again relationship. We would date for a while, but he never wanted to make it official. We wouldn’t speak for months, but then he’d come back wanting to talk to me about something or see a movie. We dated other people and each other again. But he kept telling me over and over again, “I love you, but I’m not in love with you. I’m not ready for a relationship.” Or, “I don’t want a relationship.”

So I read The Secret – the chapter on relationships. I got to the part where you kind of “pretended” that you already had the person you wanted, so I decided to do just that. I called him my boyfriend to my best friend, much to her amusement. I wrote a long love note to him telling him how happy I was now that we were together and that we were going to continue to be happy for a long time (I didn’t send this, of course). I thanked the Universe for bringing him to me and for our relationship.

Nothing happened after a few weeks, however, and I began to get discouraged. I sent him an email telling him how I couldn’t continue to play boyfriend-and-girlfriend if he didn’t want to make me his priority, if he didn’t think I was the One, and if he didn’t love me. I went on to ask him to never speak to me again until he was ready to be with me. To my dismay he responded with, “Okay, I understand.” And that was it. We were officially over. The Secret didn’t work, so I guessed we were really not meant to be, and I had been wasting the past five years of my life.

Then one night, about two weeks after I sent the email, I received a second reply. In it, he told me that he was sorry for everything, that I was the One, he did love me, and he didn’t want anyone else, ever. I went to his house to talk it out that weekend, and we finally officially were back together. I cried on my way home that evening because I was so happy. It was that moment in my life that I truly believed in the power of The Secret and knew that even though you can’t see any way for something to work out, if you will it, truly believe it, and show gratitude, everything will come together in miraculous ways. I finally got what I wanted most in life, and I couldn’t be happier. WE couldn’t be happier.