“I was devastated that day at Heathrow when we said goodbye.”
It was September, 2005 and I had just returned from a trip to Europe. I had been gone the entire summer, and although I was glad to be back and get on with my life, I had mixed emotions because I had left Linda, the woman of my dreams.
Let me explain.
Linda was living in London, and we had met accidentally in a busy pub one Friday night. We hit it off immediately, and I could tell by her face that she was really into me. For the next several weeks, we were inseparable. She had a part time job and every spare moment was spent with me.
But Linda told me she had no intention of leaving London and coming back to the states. As I am at a place in life where I want to settle down and raise a family, I was devastated that day at Heathrow when we said goodbye. Linda made it clear that although she loved me, there was no way she would compromise.
Tears were streaming down her face (I was controlling mine), but she was resolute, and that was that.
I spent the next month job hunting. The European trip had been a present to myself after voluntarily leaving a job that I held for twelve years. But Linda was never far from my mind. In fact, this is why I’m writing you.
I believe in the power of positive thinking and that most of us possess psychic ability to one degree or another.
Although Linda and I had agreed not to write each other for fear of dragging out the agony, each night I meditated and silently called out to her to reconsider and come back. Night after night after night, I envisioned hearing a knock on the door and upon opening it, there she stood, suitcase in hand, and a look in her eye that said I’m yours.
Well, I admit it didn’t happen exactly that way. But she did come back six months later. And the first thing Linda did was call me from the airport to ask me to come and get her. When we finally laid eyes on one another, she said she had heard my pleas night after night and she repeated precisely the same words I had used.