My girlfriend and I actually met in June last year but neither of us remembered it. Not until I chanced upon a photo on her blog did I recall she was the someone I once sat down and had a drink with. Even chatted for awhile.
We were introduced again four months later. By the same friend but with different intentions. On another night out drinking but in a different place. Under the same moon but maybe, the stars were different this time.
I believe in the importance of 天时地利人和. The right person at the right time. And I know the stars were smiling that night in October. Winking at one another. Amused at how our eyes and hearts opened to the wonder of each other this time, but not the other.
I have friends who are waiting and searching for the right one. I don’t really know what to say whenever we talk about love.
I recognise the struggle. How the eyes sparkle with hope. And a determination not to concede, not to settle for less. I also remember the doubt. How I wondered whether it will ever happen during the seven years I was single. Whether I am asking for too much. Whether I am too picky. Whether I should actively circulate or just let it happen.
Whether I will grow old alone and only then, regret not having reshaped my round hole to a square to fit all the square pegs I met in my life.
I want to tell my friends, “Don’t give up. Believe.” But I stop myself. Because what if it doesn’t happen? What if the same stars that winked at me, blinked at them? Who am I to tell someone how much something is worth to them? Who am I, to tell someone just how long is too long. Or whether it’s ever too long.
My girlfriend and I laugh about it. How we made no impression on each other the first time we met. And I know I’m lucky. To have finally found her. For we could easily have passed each other by, as we did the first time.
And if you are still looking for that someone, I only wish to say this, from the bottom of my heart:
May love find you too.