His eyes sparkled and twinkled like a little boy when he spoke of the story. It was merely a naive question, “so how did you meet your wife”

The car accident connected us. A misfortune that changed his life. It’s been 12 years and he tells the tale as if it happened last month. I sat and listened contently. They were not strangers, just friends. The friendship blossomed into a beautiful bond.

They continued the bond despite the distance. Both went separate ways as they move on with their life journey. Yet, they kept in touch, a simple phone call every day/night. “All my money was spent on phone bills” he said. Even when he spoke, I knew if he had to do it all over again, he’ll spend that money on her. That’s love.

I envy her.

I don’t think I will ever live the day to have a long distance relationship. The emotion torment. How did they survived the years ? I am really puzzled.