You know, I have always believed that every person meets someone special on their path, but sometimes, perhaps, something prevents these meetings from coming true. I so often imagined how our first date would be - how we would walk in the park, laugh, look at each other, and the world around us freezes. And then, suddenly, instead, there are empty messages and no real meetings.
It seems to me that in such situations, in addition to sadness, there is also a lot of tenderness. Because in each such failed meeting, in each correspondence there was something truly touching. After all, even if we did not meet, we left a part of each other in our thoughts and expectations. This does not disappear. And although it's a shame it didn't work out, I still hold in my heart the warmth of those small meetings that never became big. Maybe we're just not ready for our paths to cross right now. But maybe that's part of the magic - every failed date opens up new opportunities and lessons for the future. I believe that there's something better waiting for us ahead. Nadya.