My story is actually quite miraculous. About seven years ago, I met a man from North Carolina. We shared an hour or so one evening, just talking. Even though we were virtual strangers, we discussed soul mates, my abusive relationships, among other topics. By the time we parted, I decided that I'd rather be homeless than live with abuse any longer. I don't know why, but SOMETHING about this guy told me that not all guys were creeps....that there were actually decent, kind men in the world. I left my son's father about six months later. I saw the guy from North Carolina from time to time, but never more than in passing and friendly greeting.
Over the next two years, I found myself enjoying being single mom, and advancing with my career choices. I finally got to the point where I was earning enough income to support myself and son, fairly comfortably....with nothing more than an eighth grade diploma. Life was good, and I was able to see that if I smiled at others, they smiled back. That for once in my life, I was happy, safe, comfortable and at peace.
Then, alone one night, I opened my front door and was struck with the thought that there was ONE person out in the universe looking for me.....ONE someone just for me.....as I was just for him. The next day, I sent a poem out into the universe through a blog, a poem looking for my lost love.
Two months later, someone I hadn't heard from in thirty years sent me a message on Myspace, completely out of the blue. It was my brother's best friend growing up. I had loved him purely as a child, as a friend, and he me, since I was eight years old and he was ten. We got closer in our teens, still just good friends. Then, we had a fling, one night only, when he was nineteen and I was seventeen. He disappeared shortly thereafter, and I went my way in life for the next thirty years. During those thirty years, I never once thought about him or where he might be. Too busy surviving, I guess.
Long story short, I realized this boy, now a man, had been the one to set the bar. He had been everything to me as a young girl, and was everything that I had been searching for as a woman. He moved from North Carolina, where he'd been living for the past 10 or so years, back to the west coast to be with me. He returned home to me, and we now live across the street from the school where we first met. If ever I had lost my faith in God, it was restored by the turn of events since meeting my random angel from North Carolina, right before I left my son's father.
Me and my best friend have been together for almost four years now.....and more in love every day. In spite of my PTSD and issues....he still loves me...just as he loved me as a wounded and lonely little girl.
