Invisible string

It wasn't dramatic romance, it was quiet love.

The summer breeze lingered gently through the white picket fences covering the garden colored with beautiful peonies. The rose-gold house was bathed in sunlight as I rang the door bell. My Grandma welcomed me in with the warmest smile on her face. I saw my Grandpa in the kitchen preparing tea. The smell of chamomile tea lingered in the air as the sunlight passed through the lace curtains.

"How are you, my dear?" Grandma asked, her voice wrapping around me like a warm hug. I couldn’t hide my joy as I shared all the excitement swirling through my life — summer plans, the end of school, modeling, and of course, my hopeless search for a love as deep as the ones written in stories.

„How did you know you were meant for eachother?“ I asked them. I was expecting my Grandma to answer, as she was the talkative and open soul, but to my surprise, my shy and reserved Grandpa started telling a story instead.

"I remember that day with perfect clarity," he said, his voice soft, steady, and full of reverence. "Because that day… that was the day my life truly began. It was the spring of 1968. To most, it may have seemed like any other day. But for me, it was the most precious moment I’ve ever lived. I was volunteering in the city center, helping with a First-Aid demonstration. That’s when I saw her — sitting on a bench, wearing a flowing, floral pink dress, her long blonde hair kissed by the breeze, and the most mesmerizing eyes I had ever seen. She looked up and smiled… and I just knew."

He paused, as if still caught in that moment.

"I knew it from the very beginning. Not because my heart raced, or my stomach fluttered, or my hands trembled — no. I knew because, for the first time, I felt peace. A quiet, certain kind of love. It wasn’t dramatic. It was still. It was real."

"I felt the exact same thing," she said, her voice a soft whisper of wonder. "It was like my soul recognized his. From the very first words, it felt like we had always known each other. As we spoke, we uncovered all the threads already tying us together — we were from the same small town, went to the same middle school, the same high school, moved to the same city, knew the same people, and had even joined the same volunteering club. He told me he remembered me from school… over ten years ago."

„It was so easy to talk to him, it still is, we never run out of things to talk about, he was the first person I could be my true self around, I could have emotional, deep, meaningful conversations with, I could love with all my heart. The way you held my hand, opened the door, lend me your jacket, made the morning coffee, danced with me in the rain, kissed my forehead, wrote me poetry… I am amazed at how many times we've crossed paths, but we didn't properly meet just until the time was right. It is like an invisible string connected us all these years and pulled us at the perfect time. I truly believe we are meant for eachother, I believe it's written in the stars.“

They looked at each other like time never touched them, and I understood then — love doesn’t always arrive with fireworks. Sometimes, it’s just a quiet knowing... from the very start.