We were meant to be…
Hello Secret-arians 😉
I have been reading all of your stories for so long, that I just couldn’t wait to share mine.
At the beginning of this year my life was ordinarily extra-ordinary – good grades, awesome parents, messed up school (with a group of generously jealous and un-enthusiastic classmates), an aimless zeal to do something great in life, and the highlight – a confused teenage mind about love and relationships.
Dating is considered as quite a taboo in India, at any age, and I was unfortunate enough to naively get into a relationship when I was in 5th grade. It was absolutely Greek and Latin at first… and he was four years elder to me! I have no clue how but we managed to be in a relationship for 3 years, until I was about 14 and that’s when my mom got suspicious about my mystery life. She sort of totally got me on a hating frequency for my boyfriend and about how he didn’t fit into the ‘league’ of people I should be with. I couldn’t think for myself… so I broke up. He cried, pleaded, but I just didn’t bother.
Life went on then, through high school and then all sorts of weird crushes and dates took their place in my life. But my experience had taught me about a much deeper and more committed relationship way too early, so I could never really relate to all these ‘flings’ of teenage life.
Then occurred the heroic entry of “The Secret” into my life. The universe gifted me generously in many ways, but sticking to the story, I had this urge to write out the qualities I want to see in my boyfriend. I wrote it all out and thanked the universe for giving me such an awesome person already, and visualised what I wanted it to be like with him. I nevertheless was doubtful about the whole thing to a small extent.
Two or three months later, I was on Facebook and zoop! A fleeting impulse and I was searching for my old boyfriend’s profile. I found it and reluctantly sent him a message saying I would want to talk to him. Sincerely, all I wanted to do was apologize for all that I made him go through.
We spoke one evening and decided to keep in touch, and it wasn’t much later that his family moved into the bungalow right opposite mine (yes, I can see his bedroom window while I am typing this!), miraculously. I would see him all the time and we even met one or two times. A part of my conscience kept nudging me to stop repeating history, but that wasn’t the universe’s plan for me!
So this one night I mustered courage and asked him if he wanted to give it another try, and adrenaline rushed through my veins and he said, “I have always wanted you in my life.”
A fairy tale began shaping up. I don’t know whether it was an answer to my wish or his, but it’s beautiful.