Since I was a young man,
Little
more than a boy
I
searched for it, my holy grail
The
key, which will unlock me
The
piece of the puzzle, which will complete me
My
reflection, my soul mate
I
looked everywhere
But
no love at first sight
No
lightning bolts, no electric shocks
I
searched for years for my perfect other
But
that’s not right I didn’t seek perfection
I
didn’t have a set of criteria
Not
Hair colour, eyes, height, shape
Accent,
social background, interests, or age
I
didn’t have a vision of her
I
didn’t even know what I sought
But
when I saw her, I would know
Not
that I went hunting
I
didn’t engage in quests or pursuits
I
knew that if it was supposed to happen it would
If
I were fated to be alone, then so be it
So,
I went about my living my life
Work,
friends, family holidays in the lakes
And
I had a very happy life
Not
an empty existence
Just
a feeling of incompleteness
One
of the pleasures of life for me
Was
inhabiting books shops
Proper
bookshops with rows of leather and vellum
Shelves
full of old friends
Dickens,
Buchan, Lewis, Too many to name
One
day I stood thumbing a well-read volume
And
I dropped it to the floor inexplicably
I
stooped to retrieve it
But
another hand reached it first
As
we both stood up
I
breathed her scent then I met her gaze
And
saw the smile on her lips and in her eyes
As
she placed the book in my hand
Our
fingers touched for the briefest moment
And
a tingle of electricity passed between us
“Ah
there you are,” I said to myself
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