Relationships Thursday: The Tale of Love
This might sound like a fairy tale but at times I believe fairy tales at one point or another people experienced the reality of them. My story begins on summer of 2005 I was to travel to South Africa for a training. This was my second flight ever in my live and due to the state of nervousness and considering the fact that I was late for the training I took no chances but to leave the house early. Apparently I was in town at 10am and my flight was at three (3) pm. My friend Daisy told me that it’s too early for the flight and even to go to the airport. We eventually settled to have a meal and a drink as we wait for a more convenient time for me to go to the airport.
Daisy and I settled to go to the Stanley hotel where we would comfortably sit and have our convenient chat. Since I was a club member at this hotel I did not hesitate to go. Upon arrival I saw this Man in Black suit with whom all smiles welcomed us and showed us a table later asked us “ladies what can I offer you”. Casually and jokingly I told her “I would like to have a talk you”, further adding “and by the way I am not married”. We laughed at the joke and forgot about it. Deep inside me I felt something different every time I looked at him something kept on pushing me to further engaging him into a deep conversation regarding my joke he also introduced himself and same followed am not married
“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you are wrong in some way, and we seek our partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think,
“This is the problem I want to have.” I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way. Let our scars fall in love.” ― Galway Kinnell.
Eventually I was deep buried in to our conversation and I totally forgot about the whole issue and here we became friends.
After our meal I excited for the airport but not before I said goodbye to the handsome man I had met at the hotel who was the Food and Beverage Manager. All the way I was just thinking about his warm welcome and his pleasing Chat which we had. Later on it became a tradition that before I fly out for any assignments I have to pass there have a meal and a drink.
One day I went and asked about his where about, I was told that he is no longer working there. Considering the fact that the mobile error had not crept into our country and I didn’t know where he lived I felt very disappointed and kept on blaming myself for not engaging him when he was available. Casually I turned and changed my venue to another hotel feeling hopeless and a total looser. I relocated to the UK where I worked for some time, then to the Caribbean and back to Kenya. I totally forgot about him and moved on with my life.
As I was browsing through one of the social media 6 years after, I came across him but I did not know exactly if he was the one. We started communicating but at the back of my mind I knew I had met him before but the place I could not remember at all. The communication intensified till I had to ask him where we met, to the shock of events he is the same one I had meet in 2009 at the hotel. As I had promised myself I choose just to spill the beans and apologies later for interfering with his personal life but at least my heart is at peace. Unfortunately or fortunately to my shock, he was single and never got married or into any serious relationship. What a temporally relieve. “This is the time I really got to understand that I was into him. The further he engaged me, the more I kept on confirming that I was growing in love with him. I felt as though he was waiting for this moment all this time for us to meet again and this time be together forever. After several months of interaction and us being friends he finally went down to his knees and “YES” I was engaged to him.
They say you kiss many frogs before you eventually find your prince or princess. I believe in this statement. Whatever pulled me to him again was something that I cannot be able to explain rather just thank God for all what happened and what is about to happen, we have learn’t to appreciate each day as it comes .