The soulmate journey

A summer day is always so cheerful, the hotness is nothing compared to children playing in the street and the feeling of the summer dresses in the wind. As a reporter, the summer was one of those seasons where there was almost always good news. The industry knows bad news sells better but for me, I love to report the good ones, the ones that make you feel like life is worth it. They do not sell, but they fill your heart, which to me is better than the numbers.

On my way to work with my coffee in hand and my cell phone in the other, I walk around the central square to my building, the channel 9 was one of the biggest buildings in town, I found a public bench to drink my coffee and check on the regular news when my phone rang.

It was a text message from an unknown number, probably a mistake, I usually don't pay attention to this sort of thing, but the tag line said "Hi, take this as a leap of faith..." and I couldn't resist, "what was this person risking on?" I thought to myself. I opened it and I found a long text in it.

"Hi, take this as a leap of faith, I know we haven't met for too long and I have no idea what your life is like right now, these details might not be important to the matters of the heart, and, oh my love my heart is yelling at me. The short moments we spent together had been the happiest of my life, and I've lived a lot! I know we have to part ways, and I was ok with the thought of not seeing you again, but I was so wrong! Not seeing you again is breaking me into pieces, I can't move on with my life in any way, everything around me is crumbling and I feel my life only makes sense if you are in it. I know, is so fast, is so crazy but this feeling is something I only read in novels, I never thought such a thing was real, but it is, I now know it is, because of you. I'll be in the south of France the rest of the summer, I can't come to you, I don't know if you could ever come to me, but if you by any chance feel the same way I do please consider meeting me halfway. North of Spain maybe? I'll be waiting for you, every summer if it's necessary. With all my love, Lucas"

I read the text and got the chills all over my body, this looks exactly like something you only read in novels, I was moved, and I felt so bad, this message was meant to be read by someone and that person will never get it. Maybe she gave him the wrong number, maybe it is unrequired love, and this person is just waiting for nothing.

I took a sip of my coffee while the kids played with water balloons in the square, their laughter echoed around the whole place, and I couldn't help myself. I took my phone and texted Lucas back.

"Hi Lucas, I'm so sorry I think you have the wrong number, but I love your message, I'm a reporter, would you consider giving me an interview on this love story? Maybe we can find your person that way"

The laughter had stopped. The moms were picking up their kids and drying them with towels, dogs were taking their place, playing, and barking all around the square, owners throwing the ball far away. My phone rang.

"Hi, oh I'm so embarrassed, I guess he did not feel the same way, as I said I'm in the south of France for the summer, just arrived here actually, I wouldn't mind doing an interview, but I don't think it'll work to get him to care. I'm willing to try of course; the heart wants what the heart wants"

Barks in the distance scared me for a moment, my heart was raising and I had the feeling I had to follow this story, I finished my coffee and ran to the office, the building as huge as it is was almost empty, half the staff takes vacations around this time of the year, I was thinking on doing the same but I didn't find an activity I would like to do, but following a love story got me excited again.

When I open my boss's door office, I just told him I was taking my 2 weeks off the next week and texted Lucas saying we could meet by Monday, he sent me the address to his summer house, and I got ready to embark on this new adventure. Tickets were not expensive after all south of Spain is not far from the south of France.