Fate Knows Best: Reuniting with My One and Only After 13 Years
My prom night was fast approaching. While I didn’t have a date, I eagerly anticipated the evening, trusting that destiny would guide me to the right person when the time was right.
On the big day, I suited up in a sharp, dark ensemble, tidied my hair, and with my parents’ blessings, set off for the venue where the celebration was to be held.
Amidst the cheerful faces and vibrant dresses, my gaze landed on a young woman who seemed to be on her own as well. I recognized her—Emma, from a different class, though we had never spoken before.
In that moment, I saw how truly remarkable she was. Tall, graceful, with deep blue eyes and long blonde hair cascading over delicate shoulders.
I’m not sure where the courage came from, but I approached her, extended my hand, and asked for a dance. From that point until dawn, she was the only one I danced with.
By the next day, I was convinced—she was the one for me. I had fallen for her.
But life had other plans.
Broken Heart
Emma didn’t feel the same. It turned out she had been dating someone in another town and intended to marry him when he returned.
I was in disbelief.
For two years, I waited and hoped she would change her mind and see me differently. I’d linger outside her house, hiding when she came out, hoping she’d notice me but afraid she’d see my heartache.
Her every glance, every word not directed at me, tore me apart.
I was helpless.
When Emma finally married, I watched from afar, witnessing the ceremony.
I promised myself I’d wait for her.
Though I tried to start new relationships, none could fill her place. Everything felt empty and meaningless.
Thirteen long years passed.
A Second Chance from Fate
Then, a tragedy struck.
Emma and her husband were in an accident. He died instantly. Somehow, she survived but was left with injuries that required her to use a cane.
Fate offered me another chance.
Yet, I knew I couldn’t just intrude into her life.
So, I waited.
When we both turned 35, I finally dared to hold her hand.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with weariness, pain, and perhaps even regret.
“Why are you still here?” she asked softly.
I struggled to find words. Was it because I loved her? Because I never forgot her? Because I had waited for the moment when I could tell her everything?
I simply drew her close and held her.
From then on, we were together.
Trials We Endured
We spent a decade filled with happiness. We didn’t have children, as the accident left Emma unable to bear any.
But that didn’t matter to me.
I loved her—for her grey streak that she never dyed, for her worn smile, even as pain stole the color from her face.
But fate took her from me once more.
Emma fell ill. Despite a glimmer of hope from the doctors, she refused treatment.
“I’m not afraid,” she told me once.
Instead, she did one thing—she cut her hair.
“Why?” I asked, shocked.
“I want to give to those who still have a fight,” she replied.
Her beautiful blonde hair transformed into a wig for another woman who might overcome her illness.
Emma knew she wouldn’t win this battle.
I held her hand until the very end.
If I could live my life all over again, I would change nothing. I would wait for her again. I would love her all over again.
Because Emma was my heart. My destiny. My life.
