Serendipity

When love feels like magic, you call it destiny.
When destiny has a sense of humor, you call it serendipity.

(It's important for this story to understand that while everyone here calls me Lizzy, in the real world I go by Beth)

I met Mr. B in person for the first time in March of this year. He flew up to visit me, and we had a wonderful weekend.

We talked. We laughed. He took me out for a wonderful dinner. We kissed. We watched movies. We ate ice cream. We talked some more. We cried. We ate really big burgers (one of us ate more than one). We talked. We kissed. We drank coffee.

By the time I took him back to the airport, we both were finding that this was much more than either of us had realized. The feelings we were both having went far beyond what either of us were expecting. They were deep. The connection between us was strong.

I cried as I left him at the airport. I didn't expect to feel that way. I was confused. What should I do with these feelings? What did I want from this relationship? What did he want?

I think as he was flying, he was having some of the same thoughts. Where did he want this to go? What decisions did he need to make?

He was headed to a work thing at that point, and then a couple days later headed back home to Atlanta. We both were so happy to have found each other, but still... questioning.

He got off the airplane in Atlanta, and was walking through the terminal. And then he noticed the song coming through the speakers.... a song from those great purveyors of soothing airport music - Kiss. Which song?

Beth

(Happy 10 months and 1 day Mr. B.... They haven't made the words yet that adequately express how much I Love you. Thank you for wandering into my life. Thank you for your Love)