I guess you could call us high school sweethearts but we are not.
We met in 2007 and dated for a couple of months. We were fifteen and naive. We were definitely not a match at the time. Then we kind of lost track of each other for about ten years.
Ten years from that first encounter we met again and we were utterly different people from back then. We solo traveled the world and lived abroad. Though, we have never been in the same place at the same time. Just that single night when we met again.
Recalling the past years, we realized we met people who had first left a mark on us and then simply left us behind. We had been extremely shaped by what had previously happened to us, willing or not. We had also been hurt to some extent.
We were not ready for anything at all. We didn’t expect such a thing to happen to us. Before meeting again, we were striving for becoming a better version of ourselves and nothing could have changed that.
But we fell for each other.
We fell like we never did before. We trusted each other with our deepest secrets and began to be ready to move forward together as we were finally becoming that better version of ourselves we wanted so badly.
We were living in different cities but the feeling started off stronger than anything else we have ever had.
And this is the turning point, where either something breaks and can never be fixed again or where they live happily ever after.
But this is not the case.
The world was not enough for us as we wished for the space. We would spend hours reading the sky into finding keys to our future.
But we were the key to each other.
And the only thing that could truly separate us was that bar table where we would sit on opposite sides and have a glass of wine. That was the maximum distance our hearts would reach.
And we have never been further than that.