I once believed love was only for those who truly believed in it, and my understanding of love was limited to that for God and family.
It was a rainy Monday. As I was about to cross the street, I heard a deafening screech—BLAAGGGGGGGG! Someone pushed me from behind, saving me from an oncoming car. The stranger who saved me was hit instead. I was in shock, my heart trembling. Disoriented after the accident, I wandered aimlessly until I found myself standing beside the man who looked like an angel. I never imagined the man who saved my life was the same person from my dreams.
Three days later, he was gone without a word. I hadn't even thanked him or learned his name. I searched for him desperately, even in my dreams, but he had vanished. I was filled with sadness and guilt, longing to express the single word from my heart: "Thank you!"
Every morning, I returned to the scene of the accident. Another Monday arrived with terrible weather. As I stepped forward, rain began to pour. I stepped back to avoid getting wet, noticing a man far behind me was already soaked. Feeling cold, I took out my umbrella and walked toward him. To my astonishment, it was the man I had been searching for! He smiled and said, "I've waited a year for this moment, praying we would meet again. And here we are..."
Tears of joy streamed down my face as he spoke. Now, ten years into a strong and faithful marriage, we have two children—a girl and a boy—and live happily ever after.
ALWAYS REMEMBER: NO MATTER HOW LONG YOU WAIT, BELIEVE THAT IT WILL HAPPEN.