Most romantic exchange, ever. And then you die. And then you live happily ever after.
That is the longest title I’ve ever given to any post.
So we devised a plan. It was a really good plan! A very dorky but romantic idea. Now I can’t even remember who came up with the idea.
The plan was, to place a picture (or pictures) of our selves into a book! A book among millions and millions and millions of other books in this massive university library. A university that caters to 25,000 students and has a 3-story-high library, with an additional “old section” that has another 4 stories attached to it, plus a gigantic basement. There were no rules of which floor or which section we must put the picture(s) in. It was up to the individual person.
Once we placed the pictures inside a book, we are to email each other with the book title. And then we shall go search hi and lo for The Book which withholds the precious picture of the other person whom we’ve been talking to for over a month now.
Kind of stupid, but romantic nonetheless, no?
There were exams and homeworks and projects in the way. I don’t think either of us went straight to the library right away. After all, those days cell phones and text messaging were pretty non-existent. So the emails sat in our inboxes for at least half a day.
What if someone gets to the book and finds the pictures before we do? The adrenaline. The excitement. The anxiety. Most of all, what if I’m not what he thinks I was? What if he was not attracted to me physically? The insecurity start to rise.
After what seemed like days, we finally talked on the phone again. Except now we know what the person at the other end looks like. I sensed it right away. He was not attracted to me physically. He didn’t say it and he didn’t make it obvious. But shortly after the most romantic picture exchange of the century, we stopped talking with each other. We had common friends and passed each other on campus from time to time, but the chemistry that we had over the 4 week period has vanished, at least from his side. I was devastated and didn’t know what to do, so I didn’t do anything. FWIW, he was quite good looking and I found him to be attractive. Hot.
Recently I found out he now lives few hours from where I am, still single, already in his mid 30’s and no significant other in the picture. Not that it’s a bad thing to be still single in your mid 30’s, but I always thought he’d have settled down by now.
To this day I wonder about why, and what happened. To him, to us. And how it might have been different.
But, I’m thankful that it is not different. Sure I wonder about it. I think for the most part, everyone does wonder a little about their past. However I don’t live in the past and I don’t want to. My life has turned out to be rather great and I’m glad nothing happened. Otherwise I would not have met my wonderful, supportive, loving, caring husband and bear our two beautiful children. I cannot imagine anyone more supportive than Hubby to carry me through the trials and tribulations of the cancer experience, and the miscarriage, and the other crap I throw his way. He’s my best friend. My love. And did I mention he’s tall, and HOT?