- At 30, I intended to withdraw lovingly and move abroad.
- While living in London, I tried not to talk to anyone on public transport.
- I asked a stranger for time, and minutes later, he was asking for my phone number.
The day my life changed, I was To work in a public relationship For an international forest life charitable institution. I lived in London since graduating from the university, and was part of my daily routine. Just home it was a busy line, so I was usually squatted against the driver’s rack behind the driver. Over time, I will listen to music and stare the window, thinking about the future.
I was doing this on a hot evening in June when I came to the village and squeezed between me Second.
I liked it immediately
It was a thing to meet our eyes A crowded bus; Recognizing that he was long, dark and beautiful as he gets. But I liked it immediately. He had an open, kind face and quiet presence. The most amazing response to me was a voice inside my head that was said, “Oh, you’re there!” As if I was waiting for an old friend to arrive.
But I rejected it because he made a cookie and cheated. I was 30, single, emotionally Injury was taken from the breakup With a very inappropriate person, and in the process of packing your life to work in Sydney 10,000 miles away. When I saw the Will, the quick feeling of ease and acquaintance was just to play the tricks in my mind. I naturally thought that he was engaged/married, and did not cross my mind to find out. When I grabbed her eyes, and she smiled, I smiled and turned (ashamed with anger).
And when fate intervened.
I asked him the time
My IPod went out of batterySo I put it in my bag and pulled out my phone. The battery was also dead-strangely, when I got out of the office, it was half full-so I checked my watch to see what time was it. He stopped working. So, because he was the closest person to me, I asked him for time. He said it was only after 7. He smiled, and I smiled. He started to say something, and I wanted to ask me mentally, but just dragged it to his stop, and he dragged and went down with apology. He goes there, I thought, returned to the beautiful girlfriend I thought for him. The doors closed, and he left. Just went ahead, D and I said goodbye.
After a few moments, a thunderstorm knocked on the window, and the doors opened again. Will push me through the crowd. He said he had never done so before, but was I single? And if so, can he have my number?
When we exchanged details and he just got off (again), an upset woman warned me about giving me the number to random men. I usually agree – I lived in this city for a long time to learn about not encouraging strangers. I just gave the history to the men I met through friends. Instead, I assured him that he was not weird. How do you know, he asked. I just did.
I knew I was going to marry her
At home, I called my sister and said that I would meet the person I was going to get married. I thought she would laugh, but she didn’t question it. Will and I was engaged five months later, and the following January, we started baking a six -month journey around Australia and New Zealand (it was a compromise, instead of working two years abroad). We got married, and have been 21 years together. These days, he is long, brown and beautiful, which is fine through me, and we are still in love.
The author and her husband married immediately after the meeting. Courtesy Author
I later found out that Will was helping a friend who had gone to my neighborhood, so this was not his regular way. He chased another bus but lost it for seconds-in the meantime, I rejected a after-work drink (extraordinary move) and grabbed only the bus that both of us took. Did we mean? I like to think so.
