Flora* was a kind and smart girl. She was a year older than I but we developed a certain closeness common and maybe traditional to neighbors. She was popular in school and I felt proud to be her friend. We grew completely apart when she went to college in a prestigious university in the city up north.
There she met Edgar*, a fine young man just as sweet and nice as she was. But as what happened to young people in a relationship, they fell apart. But after Edgar, I never heard of any other guy that she got involved with. She migrated to Canada after college and I never saw her again.
A few years ago, I received a wedding invitation. It was given by Flora’s mother. It seemed like Flora was coming home to get married. She was coming home so she could marry Edgar. Isn’t that sweet? After all these time, after all these years, regardless of the distance between them, LOVE found a way.
I was so happy for her, for them. Finding your love, losing it and finding it yet again is a rare thing these days. Or maybe only those who have faith in love, that she would find it somehow, somewhere, would really and actually find IT.
*not real name
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