Many years ago I wrote a piece on a dear friend of mine. At the time her story unraveled with a heartbreaking ending. But if anything remains true from that story is that she is and will continue to be the eternal optimistic… who always, always believes in love.

She paced back and forth, looking at the door and back at her watch every few minutes. She was nervous and her hands were sweating. Finally to catch a breath she sits down and lets out a deep sigh. And she closes her eyes. It’s surreal to her how years ago this was the exact same spot she last saw him. Where he promised he loved her and that love was everlasting. The last place before their story crashed and unraveled. She never thought shed be back here again after the way it ended. Years had passed and life and time had taken their toll on their story. One she thought was signed and sealed, shelved on a book case and had become dusty with time.

She got up at the sound of the announcer saying the flight had arrived. She looked down at her watch one last time. And said a quick prayer before looking up and walking right into his arms. She looked beautiful he thought. ‘Gosh I’ve missed you’ crossed her mind. But instead they just hugged and looked intently into each others eyes. It had been so long. They laughed and he held her hand as she began to speak nervously.

The next couple of days they spent pouring their hearts out. No longer spreading the blame for what happened but discussing their understanding and their true grasp of things. And just like that their hearts began to beat once again and the story they thought had ended showed instead an intermission and now miraculously a second act.

Their love had failed at a certain point. Failed so bad that it broke them both for a very long time. But here life was giving them another chance. And though statistics pointed otherwise there was love in between their gaze, in the way they talked, in the way he held her. For them love had returned once again. And a couple of months later surrounded by their closest friends they sealed their love with and I do.

We often hear the quote- “When you love someone let them go, if they return to you it means so much more”. My grandmother had her own version of it telling me often “el amor nunca regresa vacio”. Now I can’t say I am a believer of the fact that if you let someone go they will come back to you. But I do believe that love itself will never return void like my grandmother said.

I believe that we never truly hold the ending of a story… that life does. And I believe in love, in pure and honest, deep, and unconditional love. I never did, as ironic as it seems. Me the blogger of love? Yeah, I know. Till now. No, not for my own story, but for others. The truth is that love IS capable of overcoming obstacles, of forgiving deep wounds, and erasing heartbreaking tears and pain. Love is that powerful, that immense, and that glorious. And not because we are extraordinary people who extraordinary things happen to but just for the simple fact that we are blessed to feel and to need it so desperately bad to survive.

And my grandmother in her infinite wisdom is right. Love never returns void in any case. It teaches us lessons, makes our hearts a little bit stronger and our skin a little bit thicker. It pushes our boundaries and breaks down our walls. Makes pride fall into pieces and humbles us to just let it happen.

Now it would be amazing if our fates were sealed, if that person you are missing could just magically reappear and all those bridges that you burned where reconstructed, but well we all know that in our dreams of a happily ever after a dose of reality must be kept to keep a balanced point of view. But it is also true that if it happens, if love knocks on our door again whether it be with your long lost love or with a new beginning we just have to stop running and render ourselves to the most bittersweet feeling of human nature. Who knows? Life might surprise you and instead of a curtain falling and “the end” appearing… all you will have to do is turn the page.