“When she opened the door, I instinctively knew why my intuition had led me there.”
It was a Sunday and I was all alone. I had broken up with my boyfriend who had finally admitted he wasn’t interested in marriage – at least not to me.
It would be an understatement to say my heart was broken. The same thing had happened to a few of my friends over the years, but I thought my relationship was solid. Boy, was I mistaken.
So here I was, lonely as could be with nothing to do on my day off. I had worked hard that week, including Saturday, and how I yearned to spend it with that special person. I must admit, I cried a bit.
But then I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself, and I started making some calls.
The first few people I called were busy, and unfortunately, they were the only single friends I had. But then I had what you might call an inspiration. Someone came to mind that I hadn’t thought of for years. She was an old high school acquaintance, and somehow her image popped into my mind.
And I felt an urgency to call her.
Sure enough, when I heard her voice on the other end of the line, I knew something good was going to happen. I don’t know why I felt that way, but I did.
Within an hour, I found myself driving over to her apartment on the other side of town, and when she opened the door, I instinctively knew why my intuition had led me there.
Looking over her shoulder, I saw a smiling man, and I immediately fell for him – before I was even introduced.
Well, he happened to be in town on business, and I was relieved to learn that he and my friend were merely platonic. I would have been so disappointed if I didn’t have a shot at him.
To make a long story short, we have been seeing each other on and off for almost a year now, and he just asked me if I’d consider moving to his town. And none of this would have happened had I not had that psychic inclination to call my old friend that day.
I. La Roche
St. Paul, MN