When All Hope Is Lost

3 years ago

I was working out of my own pocket. God I couldn't keep doing this. Something had to give. I dont know why I even started this business. I love helping people and I love love but I've never been very good at doing much for myself. I suppose thats why I started this business. Because I was good at knowing what people wanted, even of I couldn't figure out what I wanted. So another day I spent searching through my emails for a lost soul looking forthat other half. That other part that seems to be years and galaxies away. For a moment I thought about giving up. I thought about all those messages that seem to say the same ole thing.
"I'm looking for my soul mate." yet every time I help they either seem to not want that anymore of they ride it out so long they ruintheir life. I was just about to giveup when I skimmed the first sentence of thelast email and suddenly clicked it. The email read:
"Dear Ali,
I'm tired of falling flat on my face. Every man I have ever dated or become interested in has hurt me or let me down or led to be someone I couldn't imagine myself with. I have never been one for dating sites and I would not want to ask for a miracle , but that's exactly what it would be. A miracle if I find someone out there who loves me for me. I'm at my breaking point withthis last breakup and I dont want to settle anymore. I need to know there's someone out there who loves me.
Signed,
Jenny Loveless "

I smiled to myself despite the depressing message. For some reason this woman seemed .....different than the rest. She wasn't looking for a soul mate and despite her words she needed answers to. Answers that involved "why" and "when". I went her a message back explaining that is read her letter and i wanted to meet her at the coffee shop on 3rd street. I made the meeting for 3 o'clock. It was now 1:30 and I assumed it would give me enough time to think about what way I want to go this time. I have multiple routes I take when helping someone find love. I have come to learn from the past experience that love is not made of the same sugar and spice. That sometimes love is made of whiskey and Jack Daniels.