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I have always watched in awe and I admit, even with jealousy sometimes—how girls around me seem to have such smooth ride in finding love. It's 2020 and I am both celebrating and mourning how I'm so near my 30s and still, I got no one to call my own.
I have read all the books, watched all the videos, heard all the podcasts that promised to help me cope with what seem an eternal wait and singleness. Don't get me wrong, I love life and I'm one confident and pretty much accomplished woman in my humble field but it isn't wrong nor weak to feel just lost and even empty sometimes. My life is beautiful but it always felt like there's a little hole that needs to be filled.
That day, when I looked up, a familiar face is smiling down at me. My heart felt like I have known him forever when it is the first time I looked at those eyes. They are sparkling with so much life and the man has that smile so beautiful—it's comforting.
Hi! May I?
He said, asking for permission to sit beside me on the bench. Silly me, I always sit at the middle.
Oh sure, sure.
I replied, scooting over. He sat right beside me, that amazing smile still resting on his lips.
Isn't this day beautiful?
He told me. This time, closing his eyes —the second he did, a gentle breeze blew and ruffled his hair. I don't know why but that breeze made me look at his eyelashes—dang they're beautiful too!
It is! Strange but beautiful.
I said, unknowingly looking at his face when I said the word beautiful.
Right? Spring in summer.
He laughed.
Oh, hi! I'm Haru. It's really nice to find you.
Why did I feel found, at last?
