Its goes back to 10 years ago.About to leave for Montreal,Canada for masters in Computers Science.I was above average with highly passion in Computers 23 years old.Going first time out of India, Delhi Airport my parents look at me I look at them happy and following up last minute instruction from my father.Got text wishes from my 4 years relationship girlfriend from my college.In my mind new world new life adventure starts.

Saw Gurvinder at terminal with his 25 people family from a small village came to drop him at airport.Everybody was crying including him (Met him 2 weeks ago going to same college), I looked at them then I looked at my parents chill and I was happy.Thought time to run away from drama.Flight to Montreal freedom had drinks in flight.

Reached Montreal, my friend backed out, no one came to pick me at airport.I was always strong to cab to address.and found him at house.Small Condo with 3 people living.Life started, university paperwork , time to say goodbye to ex (mistake broke her heart).Parties started, clubbing and all fun.First semester finals, KARMA hit me back and failed in project.Kind of dreams shattered but felt to be strong.I was really open minded all time all religions but one thing I always believed KARMA.Went to club again and in the lights of club and drinks up found my crush Maria (Latino older than me.). I don’t  speak french and she don’t speak English fun part. Still our eyes met and really found a connection and she did too.

Always was a geek, used google translate all time from English to french back and forth.Met her next day and next day and again at weekend.Moving forward and moved to her place.There was love but it was different.With university pressure of my results, got kicked out of university.I was really sad and discussed Maria,we talked a lot and she gave me option to marry her and stay in Canada.Had a love, but still was big decision , got out of options and just did it.Started again new life (By the way didn’t told my parents, typical Indian but still way cool than other ones).Found delivery job, good cash money and filed my residence.Things were going all smooth.Living like happy couple.Just big wait for residence now.

We started  hating Montreal, I mean beautiful city but low incomes and opportunities.I need to rise and think big.Friends moved to Calgary and we felt that is our destination.Just waiting for residence patiently and when time came we moved.

New city and again new life.But things started to feel good and bad both same time.Got excellent job made 3 times what I was making in Montreal, BUT Maria health got bad, she got arthritis, changed in behavior life was going better economically but relationship was falling day by day.And one she said tell your parents and solve everything.It was time I guess, told them and my father stopped talking to me.Maria started going to Columbia her hometown for her treatment 3 months a year.I took responsibility for all financial situation.But the relationship was pretty much done needed just a spark for fire.

I quit my job and looked for change, already was top salesman in my company and reached the limit.Good or bad decision , I just took it needed a change.Started working in furniture store.Maria and I were just on edge of relation, that moment and she was about to leave for Columbia for her treatment.I was happy , really needed peace in life for a while and she felt the same. And just then the miracle  happened in life.

All right friends need support if you like my half  story please comment and rest will write after that.

Just some keywords for coming part. Soulmate, Respect, Suicide attempt,Blood Love letter,Insomnia, depression, Emergency protection services, Tattoo , CHANGE of RELIGION , Wait for 7 years and counting,learning arabic, kids,guitar.

It’s funny how the first paragraph of this page says “the love stories from real life are often better then the ones we see on TV or in the movies.” In many ways, the way the romance developed between my fiance and I was SO TV drama-worthy.

I was 16 years old when I met Nick, just starting my final year of high school. We met online, on a dorky anime golf game, of all things. I still find it amazing the things that happened for us to meet, as if it was somehow destined. For one, we met on a ‘tournament’ style match – where up to 30 players verse each other, often quite competitively (no chatting to one another). I rarely played tournaments – I was the social type who liked to play ‘vs’ mode with only one or two players at a time. My fiance, on the other hand, enjoyed tournaments but was extremely competitive and almost always turned off the chat, especially if it was noisy. Neither of us added other players to our friends lists often, and never ones we’d met in tournament matches.

I wish I could remember the exact things we said to each other … if I could go back in time and save that log for nostalgic purposes, I definitely would. As it happened, I remember somebody in the room was talking, and I replied to it jokingly – or maybe he replied first? I’m not sure, but either way, we were messing around with each other and I remember I found him hilariously witty. He tells me that that day, he forgot about getting a high score and just enjoyed chatting with the goofball he’d just met. We added each other on the game, and several months later, on skype. (Let me repeat, this is something we really DIDN’T do).

The attraction, then, was instant. I’d found him intelligent and interesting before, sure, but I suddenly got to see more of him – he was witty, gorgeous, exciting, charismatic, flirtatious and charming in all the right ways. And such an arrogant jerk, too. He was the real-life TV trope – a jerk with a heart of gold. A walking Damon Salvatore from the Vampire Diaries (not that I’d seen that show at this point). I fell in love so fast, so hard, so uncontrollably and against my own will. There was the Pacific ocean separating us, and I was still in high school. And yet he was my first love. I’d never felt anything like it before. The butterflies everytime I saw him sign on, the sweet things he’d say that melted my heart, the things he said that crossed the psychological line and left me uncomfortable and nervous… frustrated and addicted… I felt so boring compared to him. Loving him was complicated and dramatic and powerful. I wish I kept a diary because it was the only time I ever fell in love with someone, and the way those feelings develop, how it takes control of your heart and mind, when you’re in love with someone unpredictable and wild and crazy …

And he was wild and crazy. He was a player, the kind of man women go out with hoping to ‘change’. Although I knew loving him would be the best mistake I’d ever make, I didn’t fully understand him then. I tried. As I got to know him, I realised he had had an extremely difficult childhood and life. He’d been hurt and broken by so many people. I came into his life at the time that he had given up and just wanted to die. He was dating a girl who had cheated on him, hoping that it would give him the motivation to end it all. And that’s where I came in. He tells me now that I was like a candle of brightness in his chamber of darkness, and it excited him and terrified him at the same time. He was enthralled by me, and scared of what would happen if he allowed himself to fall in love with me, or if we got together, or when I finally couldn’t put up with him any longer. He did the cliche TV trope of pushing me away so he couldn’t hurt me.

For months, and months, and months. He’d leave, and come back, push and pull. I was always there, like a lighthouse he could come back to when he needed it. I gave up the idea of being with him – I loved him so dearly, he broke my heart but he made it soar. Never had I missed someone so much or hated someone so much or cared about someone so much. I just accepted that it couldn’t work. He was a reckless, wild spirit who was admittably quite selfish, hot-tempered and often made horrible decisions blinded by strong emotions. He had a serious anger management problem – though he’d never hurt anybody, he had a tendency to break things and self-harm (actually, he had an emotion problem in general – he didn’t get sad, he got heartbreakingly depressed. He didn’t feel anger, he felt uncontrollable rage. He didn’t feel guilt, he felt utter despair and self-loathing.)

In any event, this was TV love. In the movies, the girl eventually breaks through the guy’s shell, he reforms and they get together and everything ends up happily ever after, but this was real life, over the internet and couldn’t be real…

I dated other guys for several years. He continued his toxic relationship until eventually she dumped him for somebody else, which ultimately resulted in a very serious suicide attempt on his part that thankfully failed. We’d stayed in touch during his relationship (sort of, remember the push and pull thing he was so fond of), and as much as the attraction between us was undeniable I’d told him firmly that nothing was going to seriously develop between us while he was in a relationship, no matter how insincere he may have felt towards his girlfriend or what kind of character she was. I was determined not to be any kind of ‘homewrecker’. Still, he flirted with me, but knowing the player-type he was (he flirted with everyone, men, women, himself, his food…) I never took him seriously… it would be years before I found out he truly meant it every time he asked me to marry him.

Several years later, a real-life relationship I was in for almost 2 years fizzled out. There had never been any spark in it. Actually, all the relationships I’d been in so far had no spark – I realised that I was going out with guys, desperately trying to prove to myself that despite how I felt, it was possible to fall in love again, with somebody else. But I never did. I loved my ex, but I was never IN love with him. Still, I was a mess after this breakup – it happened at a bad time in my life, and I felt so alone and in despair… I shut off the whole world, and went into a deep, dark place. I talked to Nick, and nobody else. At that point, we’d had a long time to get to know each other. He stopped doing the appearing/disappearing act a while back, and we’d become fairly close, though he never gave up the appearance of a snarky, arrogant jerk who would never be able to seriously commit to a real relationship. I felt that he had feelings for me.. he’d confided very personal things to me, but I didn’t think the feelings were really genuine or strong. Still, knowing the kind of person he was, I expected him to ‘pounce’ now that I was single again. But he surprised me. Instead of being his usual arrogant, flirtatious self possibly trying to ‘win me over’, he was extremely sensitive, caring, patient and supportive as I slowly crawled out of the deep dark hole I put myself in. And even after he was stil kind and gentle. He never made any crude jokes or attempts of persuasion… just incredibly sensitive, apologetic and kind. It shocked me. After several months, when I was relatively myself again, he confessed his love for me, that he’d always love me, that he thought I was far out of his reach and there was no way in hell I’d give him/us a chance, that as heartbroken as he would be (and was) watching me be with somebody else, he only wanted me to be happy, and that he’d always be there for me and just wanted me to know all this. And that he was deeply sorry for everything he put me through.

I had never ever expected him to sound so humble. For him to pour his heart out to me, to expect nothing in return … and I knew he wasn’t faking it either… but this was huge. I didn’t really respond immediately. I was still a little wary, but his attitude never changed. Well – not entirely true, he did get a bit flirty again but the humility was still there and I’d never seen him so … open and truthful before. Finally, I decided to give us a proper chance. I actually asked him out, and he was completely shocked…

It wasn’t an easy start – as much as we’d gotten to know each other very well, we were still discovering new things about each other, and the first six months there were some fights. But the passion… my God, to be with the one you never thought you could be with, your first love, your best friend and the man of your dreams… the spark never went away (it’s actually still there). I flew out to see him and while we were both afraid our expectations might be too high and we were setting ourselves up for a possible disappointment… he was even better in real life than I had imagined. Our fingers fit in each other’s perfectly. My head rested perfectly on his shoulder – honestly, before him, I thought that was something that only happened in movies. In real life, putting your head on a guy’s shoulder might feel nice and romantic for a couple of minutes but then your neck gets sore and you have to move. But Nick… I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder/chest. He was the perfect height, his eyes the perfect shade of piercing blue, he did everything I had ever needed … he pushed me against a wall to kiss me, he spun me around, he took my breath away… and somehow, the arrogant jerk I fell in love with never quite disappeared either… He was loyal, committed, humble and honest – the only other time he’d been like that was with his first relationship when he was 14, completely innocent … but he was still occasionally snarky, he still had that piercing stare that made your heart stop, he still drove you up the wall and had you cursing his name at 2am like in the Taylor swift songs… but this time he wasn’t going anywhere. He knew his flaws too, and worked so hard to manage them – for me. He doesn’t have an anger management problem anymore – he struggled so hard, harder than he ever had before, to get over his anger/emotional issues. He used to have such a short fuse, and now… recently, while working, a customer grabbed his arm while he was making coffee with scalding hot milk, making him burn himself. He yelped, but was able to keep being polite with her as he dealt with her demands, and although he ranted about it with me later, when I told him that he can’t let people treat him like that, he got quiet and said simply that his job matters more, because he has to save for us to be together, and he can handle anything from anyone for the sake of our future. I can’t describe how massive a change that is … nor had I ever expected to see such a change, much less that I could bring it about…

Earlier this year, he flew out to see me, got down on one knee and proposed. We’re getting married next year, and we still fall in love more and more every day. He still drives me crazy, still gets on my nerves, and still gives me butterflies. He’s changed so much, and at the same time he’s still that self-centered, complicated, slightly uncontrollable bad boy that I fell in love with at 16. He’s my TV romance in real life – whenever I’ve told people this story, they’ve always said to me ‘my god… that stuff only happens in movies… wow..’

I could not be happier 🙂

Oh, and just saying – he really is like Damon Salvatore. This entire clip https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovQAg70_lms … amost all of Damon’s lines, he’s said to me, nearly word for word (except for ‘hurt someone’). When we actually watched the Vampire Diaries together for the first time and saw this scene… we were both a little bit speechless, to say the least.

I was 19 years old and she was just 16.We met through a friend of ours, we had only one common friend in us n she helped me alot in propsing sneha but because of my shy nature i wasnt able to propose her.she is so beautiful just like the gal next door i loved her like hell she dint undertsand it but we kept meeting both more often.I called her for movies we gaged had fun together. i knew that she is the only one person with whom i can spend my rest of my life i was really happy and even afraid of proposing her.
The day of 14 feburary finally with lots of guts i finally propsed her and she did really said yes. I was so happy just felt to just go and hug her, I still remember that days each and every single moment of my life. I still get dreams of that moment, it was the best moment of my life.I hope everyday would start up and end up with that day.All days should be like that day.She is the only one person whom i have loved.
We kept meeting, finally our relationship continued for 5 yrs and m really happy.There were misunderstandings, fights, arguments and everything which happens in every single relationship but always it was me or her to come up with the solutions. If I thought its my fault then i said sory and everything seemed normal n if she thought its her then she was the person to say sory.
i love her like hell she does too..will keep loving her till the last breath of my life
Vishal..

(Screen) Name: Vishal

June 13

(I made an account to a website that i don’t even know hw it works all i know about that is it is a dating website ^^ )

“Before i slept i was thinking that, why i made such account ?”

Next night June 14 I open again that account and when i open it after a few minutes someone chatted at me . OMG ! he’s so cute:x so i hurriedly reply at him ( him: HI! me: HELLO:) with smiley ) *blushes* just a simple HI makes me blush . hahahaha 😀


While were chatting i feel like we really know each other and thats what he feel too he said when i told him what i feel! after an hour of chattin i asked him how webcam works in this website ? then he told me that he don’t know because he is just a newbie there and just created an account yesterday (june 13) Oooh ! “DESTINY” (I’m starting to think that maybe i accidentally made an account there because its the way to meet my SOUL MATE ) and i finally met him YEY !!!

After 2 days of Chatting we finally meet *HE GAVE ME BUTTERFLIES DEEP INSIDE* He is so cute, gentleman, handsome, kind, funny, talkative everything in him is i really like and He is my dream guy also (true) but were together just a few hours 🙁

When i got home . We chatted again ^^ and decided to transfer chattin at yahoo ! he really have a good sense of humor that’s why i really really love to talk with him and he is so funny doing funny faces in webcam and dancing JAI HO ahahahha xD and that’s the reason why every second makes me fall in love with him . (now I am deeply shrink in love with him). We have lots of similarity our simcards, the way we think, likes and foods 😀 so iam so convince that he is my SOUL MATE :*

By the way i forgot to tell you at first how i call him and how he call me too . i call him NINJA BANDIT PROFESSOR SOUL MATE ^^ he call me BANDIT SOUL MATE ^^ or SM (short for soul mate)then turns to MAHALITA(me) and MAHALITO(him)
were happy now ^^ its enough for now but i will share you again gals what our love story will be LOVE YOU GALS ~tata~

(Screen) Name: banditsoulmate

The pain in his eyes as he gazed into mine made my heart throb so painfully in my chest, I couldn’t breathe. We were floating in a never ending abyss of colors and mist, a world where we could be together if only for a few moments. My arms were wrapped around his neck, his skin flushed and warm. His whole body was pressed into mine and I could feel the warmth of his body melting into mine. His arms were possessively and protectively encasing me to him and I had never felt so safe in my life. We gazed into each other’s eyes, his with pain and mine with regret.
His heart was throbbing in his chest; the vibrations went straight from his bare chest through to my own, where my heart throbbed back an equally painful tune. He knew I was going to be the one to break this moment, and both of us knew I never wanted to do it. But if neither of us did it, we would never separate, and sometimes, I thought that was the best thing in the world. I wondered what it would be like if we stayed in each other’s arms, where we belonged…..But we couldn’t do that. I couldn’t let him do that.
So I spoke. “I need to go. I –”
His arms tightened around me and he brought his head to the crook of my neck, his warm breath washing over my neck. Everything about this man was warm and hot, like a blazing fire only I was allowed to touch. His sweat soaked, black hair fell lightly into his face and gently framed his cheeks. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I knew exactly what color they would be, forever imprinted in my mind’s eye: an oceanic blue so deep and clear, bright yet dark, a woman could lose her soul in them. His skin was still slightly flushed, but he was naturally a little pale with a small tan coating his perfect body. He was taller then me, about four inches, eight at the most. He never failed to joke about the height, about how I fit him so perfect because I was so short compared to him.
I didn’t care how short I was, as long as his arms stayed wrapped around me and I never left his embrace. However, I needed to, and the big oaf was being rebellious. He was like that. Sometimes, playful yet loving when it was time to go. Like now, where I could feel a small smile tugging at his lips. Ah, those lips. They could do dangerous things to me. When he kissed me, it was like a fire had seared my lips and branded my heart. My blood felt like liquid fire, rushing and shifting beneath my skin until I couldn’t take it anymore.
It was then he would –Bad thoughts! Shouldn’t go there. I sighed then, remembering why I spoke in the first place. “I can’t leave if you don’t let me.”
Then I heard it, and my knees became wobbly, and ever so slightly, his arms tightened as if he knew the effect his voice would cause on me. “That is the point.”
I laid my head on his bare shoulder and closed my eyes. “Point or not, whether I want to leave or not, you know we have to….”
My voice caught, and as it did, his hands on my back moved in slow circles. His hands, oh so much larger then my own, caressed me gently and lovingly. Hands that could hurt or kill me were so soft and gentle, I thought he was rubbing my back with a feather. Then, he could be like this. Sweet and gentle, like I was made of glass. And sometimes, it was scary how inside my head he could get. He knew when I got wobbly kneed because of his voice, and there would a appear a boyishly wolf-like grin.
He knew when I was about to cry, when my heart felt battered and bruised, and he would wrap me in those strong arms and comfort me in a way no one else had the power to. When I was angry, a raging woman of fire, he would shelter me and his eyes would light up with a fire to equal mine and he would calm my rage until I was but a sputtering flame. When I was in deep pain, his heart would be in his eyes and he would whisper to me over and over he would protect me.
And when we were loving, joined together, as we were moments before, when things would crash into the sky, he would steadily look in my eyes and tell me he loved me. When I was happy or elated, his eyes would shine with happiness for me and he would get a grin that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Many poems could be written about this man, but nothing, no words, would ever do him justice. He’s much to perfect for that.
But perfection is not perfect without flaws. He’s a sweet talker, and can talk his way out of many things, even arguments. Sometimes, I think he could be a con artist. He does have a temper, and so do I. We butt heads, nostrils flaring and hearts protesting, but later, when everything is calm, there are no apologies. There is just me and him, our hearts, our souls, and that is enough. This man also has family issues. He’s scared of starting a family, of becoming a part of something, because his family meant pain and suffering. He knows nothing else.
We fight and sometimes, words are thrown and said that shouldn’t have been, but always, we return. Our souls cannot separate, and nor would we want to. There are troubles, but I love this man with everything I have. I only wish I could remember.
Remember. The thought of it wakes me from my thoughts and his deep blue eyes are staring into mine, his gaze knowing and understanding. His lithe fingers take a strand of my matted black hair and he brings it to his lips. Once my hair has received proper attention, he moves to kiss my beating heart, causing shivers and my heart to thump so harshly in my ribcage, it was almost painful. I feel his smile, and I know he felt it. My face flushes.
Even after so many of our meetings, of time spent, he still makes me blush heartily and over the small things. His lips ghost over my own, pulling me back once again. Then, there are those eyes again. We stare, enraptured.
“Don’t think, love. Let it be.” His eyes are pained again, and I hate myself for making that look appear. “We’ll find each other again.” His hand smooths over my hair to caress my cheek and jaw. “We always do.”
These are the words he speaks every time, and every time, tears pool in the corners of my eyes. I remember to miss him, I remember to love him, but I don’t remember him. It’s always like that. “But I’m so lonely. I want you to be there, to hold me, I –”
His lips soothingly connect with my own, and I feel my near hysteria calming instantly. My heart speeds up slightly, before his lips part from mine and our breaths mingle. “You think I’m not? I miss you every damn day, and it hurts, __________. So much, love. I don’t remember, but I want to, I need to. I will, and when I find you, I won’t ever let you go.”
His eyes are strong and burning as they gaze into my own set of hazel, and I blink back tears. His hands reach to cup my cheeks, ready to catch my tears. “……Will you catch me if I fall?”
An ongoing saying. I always ask him, and he always replies: “I would never let you fall in the first place.”
His mouth is in a thin line, and the mist starts to haze over us. There isn’t much time left. I never once look away from the eyes staring into my soul. “I love you, _______. I love you.”
I don’t need to hear him say it; his eyes are staring so intensely into my soul, I can’t move. There is only him, and as the haze completely engulfs us, I hear his last words: “I love you too, darling.”

And when I wake up in the morning, from a dream I can’t remember, I wonder why my heart is hurting and why there are tears running down my face. Instantly, the image of a face I’ve never seen filters through my mind before once again, everything is forgotten. I don’t know who this man is, and only recently have I remembered this one simple dream that haunts me. Our names aren’t said, as if canceled out, but my heart hears his perfectly as they whisper back and forth. And somewhere, out in this world, is a man who misses me when he wakes up in the morning, never knowing my face.
It is in these moments, when I KNOW, that the pain becomes the most unbearable. But it is also when his words whisper through my heart (“We’ll find each other again.”) and I love him all over again. Sometimes, I’m riddled with whether he exists or not, but my heart throbs and tears come to my eyes whenever I think like that. Whether he exists or he is a figment of my mind’s dreams, he has captured my heart, my soul. I wait for the day I won’t wake up alone, but will wake up to bright blue eyes and the man I forget to remember.

~This is copyrighted, because it is a dream I have had over and over and only recently remembered. I’m not sure how many people in soulmates, but this dream keeps me believing. So please, don’t take this and use it as your own. Something this important and precious belongs to me, and everything above is based on true events.~

(Screen) Name: Lost Soulmate

I am 32-year-young woman on an eight-year-long mission to find a gentleman who has changed my entire life, yet whose identity has remained a mystery to me. This quest has taken me from the crowded streets of New York City all the way to the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem.
In September 2008, like thousands women before me, I inserted a hand-written note into one of the million tear-washed cracks of the holy Western Wall, asking the Lord to send me personal happiness. But deep in my heart, I knew that the true happiness would consist of finding this man who is a mythical reflection of my self — well, at least, on the outside. It all began on July 7, 2001, inside The Nick’s Kitchen restaurant at 9th Avenue and 14th Street in Manhattan. Absorbed in thoughts about an upcoming job interview, I had been sipping hot coffee and aimlessly looking around when suddenly I noticed a strange figure sitting at a table behind me. What I felt next was nothing short of a shock. Before our eyes connected in a long and piercing stare, I had never realized how closely facial features of a man could resemble mine. Amidst myriad sparks they birthed, his eyes seemed made of glass. I sank in his eyes. I looked into his eyes as if I looked into the mirror. Perhaps I should have said “hello.” Instead, I succumbed to shyness and turned away, burning the cosmic bridge that had been built by our retinas. But this encounter has left a certain footprint in his heart, I thought. After he exited in the company of two male friends, the stranger paused for a moment to take another glimpse of me through the glass wall of the restaurant. This time our eyes generated such overwhelming energy that the mysterious stranger lost his balance and fell to the ground. Soon after the stranger disappeared into the crowd of Manhattan, I paid the bill and left, hoping to grasp another glimpse of him. He reemerged running across the street around 9th Avenue and 14th Street while throwing glances at me. The final encounter of our eyes — the one I would regret for years to come — happened just seconds later. He stood at the entrance of garage pathway, glancing at me. I should have told him something, a sentence, even a word — this could perhaps bring some sort of conclusion to the mystery. Yet I did not. He jumped in his SUV and drove as fast as he could, perhaps due to his own shock of meeting me. Every woman knows her fate. Every woman can successfully identify her Mr. Right. As I walked home that night, I knew that the mysterious stranger from the restaurant — a curly-haired brunette in shorts — was sent to me from above. But this discovery was not a happy moment. It was just the beginning of a long and tedious, yet unsuccessful search until years later, on September 25, 2008, I unexpectedly met my fate again. I had just returned from the above-mentioned trip to Israel and, just like on that day when I met him for the first time, I was on the way to a job interview. Around East 31st Street and Park Avenue, a man wearing a cap and carrying what seemed like a large musical instrument case walked towards me. It was him. I didn’t expect that the prayer would be answered so fast. Overwhelmed by emotions, I nevertheless tried to start a conversation and asked him for directions. He asked about my accent; I felt he recognized me. Then, suddenly, I began to run. I stopped a few seconds later and looked back, but he was already gone. All that I knew at that time was that he had entered the building located at 127 East 31st Street, which is the home of Pacific Television Center. I later paid several visits to PAC TV’s employees at this address because I thought he could have been participating in one of their programs. But no one wanted to shed any light on who this man could have been. I even hired private investigators who gave me the names of the building’s residents. I sent them letters asking to identify the man of my life. But no one answered. I have fell into a major depression, blaming myself for running away from the man for whom I’ve been searching all these years. I knew that the second meeting was nothing short of a miracle. It was God’s answer to my prayer in front of the Wailing Wall. I knew that He sent me the second chance to finally get hold of the man who resembles me so much but I blew it. This story is perhaps my last opportunity to find the mysterious gentleman. I’m including my picture because I’m sure he will recognize me. Whether we’re destined to be together or not, I want to discover who this man really is and place stop to the sadness and guilt that hunted me since our second meeting. In hopes of getting back to normal life, I’ve considered starting a new life in another country. But I am still here in the United States because the potential man of my life might be only a breath away.

(Screen) Name: Arianna