A love that has never wavered.
An unconditional love, despite not getting anything in return. Not even a glance in my direction.
She is quite a charmer--very few have ever charmed me like she has over the twenty five years.
I first laid my eyes on her in graduate school.
I was a naive graduate student from India with youthful dreams, and it was so easy to fall for her. I knew she had a long line of fans. I too joined that line. But, I never felt jealous of the others in the line. In fact, it was a case of love, like misery, loving company.
Over the years, I made many plans to spend time with her. But, until a few years ago, I was married, and it is not always easy to work such deep love for another when the spouse has other plans. "Some day" I told myself.
Meanwhile, my daughter said she was going to visit with this love of mine. She didn't know, until she described her idea, how much I had been longing to visit with this love. Yet, she didn't want to take the father along with her, and I told myself, "some day."
My daughter returned with stories that added fuel to that decades of fire. My love was beautiful in the photographs. My daughter was immensely happy, and I was even beginning to feel a little bit of jealousy towards my daughter.
Now, I am only days away from meeting my love.
Oddly enough, I am not at all nervous. It can't be because of my middle age. I get nervous about so many issues even at this age, yet the thought of meeting my love of twenty-five years doesn't make me agitated even one bit.
Perhaps I am confident that I won't be let down. I am confident that she will only treat me well. Not like some of my other loves.
I will soon find out.
Wish me well, dear reader. After all, such love is rare these days, and don't you want this story to end well with a "happily ever after"?