In 1992 a handsome surfer boy and I chatted at Sante Fe bar, a favorite bar at University of Maryland.
"Hi I am B" he said, and all I remember was his big gorgeous smile.
We met again at a frat party and he chased me around a corner and kissed me. I wore little jeans shorts and he was in a Billabong T-shirt. The chemistry was palpable and kinetic. We spent our last semester in college together and over the next 3 years, I got to know his beautiful and generous soul.
Sadly, that's where our story ended.
See, I broke up with B when I was 24 bc he was Irish Catholic and I was Jewish. At the time it was a big deal for my family. We never fought, he was probably blind sided and it was the hardest decision I ever made but I respected my grandfathers wishes... as much as I broke my own heart.
We never spoke after that...years passed. He started a family and I remained single. I adopted Julia when i was 42.
I kept a box full of his memories, cards, pictures, shells, plane tickets, & love letters.
No one I ever met was B. He was the one.
Last year walking in Newark airport, I ran into his bestie who I had not seen in 25 years. The first thing he said to me was "B is getting divorced."
It took B four months to call. When I would get anxious, I would write B a letter (more to myself than to him) to keep my brain (and heart) at ease, knowing one day he would call... when he is ready.
Then he did! And we made a plan to meet. When he showed up at my house, I ran out the door and hugged him chest to chest and held his face in my hands. I knew at that very moment I never wanted to be without him again...
and luckily... I haven’t been