“At some point you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart, but not in your life.” ~Unknown
I was filled with excitement and nerves as I stood waiting to meet him for the first time in Paddington station.
It was one of the wettest days I’d seen in London, and the rain dripped steadily from the peaked hood of my blue rain jacket. Zipped up to my chin and the hood pulled tight over my head, only my eyes peered out, searching for him amongst the crowds and falling rain.
Months later, he told me that he’d fallen in love with me the moment he saw me, those big eyes staring out at him from beneath my hood.
We’d been introduced on Facebook via a mutual friend after I’d commented on how cute he was. He lived in California. I lived in London. He’d quit his job to travel for a year and was passing through the city. He asked if I wanted to meet.
I said yes.
But in the same moment that he fell in love with me at the station, my excitement faded away. What I’d hoped to feel when we finally met just wasn’t there.
Over the next few months, from wherever he traveled, he pursued me with a persistence I’d never known.
At first, I was annoyed. I wished he’d leave me be.
But as the weeks and months went by, things started to chan…