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After reading some beautifully written stories on this site, I felt like writing my own story. What a trip down memory lane...  It took me back to those days, the fun and the pain.  

This is not a Cinderella story, nor is it a “guy meets a girl, they hate each other’s guts then jump each other’s bones” kind of a story.  It’s a story of choices made, some not so simple. But (and here comes a spoiler) like in the Cinderella story, they do live happily ever after.

So here goes. Just another love story.

My husband and I come from a very similar background. So similar, that if it was any more so we would have been siblings...  We both grew up in Haifa, a beautiful city in Israel, in apartment buildings which stood right next to each other. Out fathers, both professors, taught at the same university.  They knew and respected each other. Our mothers, both stay at home moms, met daily at the local grocery store or while walking down the street pushing baby strollers. Our same-aged brothers knew each other well.  You get the picture.  

There is a two year age difference between me and my husband, which may explain the fact that we never met in those days.  That, and the fact that each of our families spent a few years in the US.  

So here we were, two neighbors who never met. A mutual friend even tried to set us up on a blind date once, but my husband, who just ended a long relationship, wasn’t interested. Little did he know, that what destiny has in store is not that simple to change... And so, as I already told you in my “19 years ago...” blog, we met on the stairs on my first day as a graduate student.

A few days following that meeting, I received a call from the friend who tried to set us up, telling me that there is this guy who is interested in me and would like to know if I’m currently dating anyone.  At the time I was in a relationship, but I already knew he wasn’t the one for me. I went on seeing him just because I enjoyed being part of a couple and there was no one better around.  Pretty selfish, I know.  My friend mentioned the interested guy’s name, but it didn’t ring a bell since I have completely forgotten the stairs incident by now.  I told her I wasn’t available.

The next day, stairs guy came into my office, introduced himself again, and told me he is the interested guy my friend was talking about. For the rest of the day, I was walking around with a goofy grin on my face, knowing what I had to do next.  I broke up with the guy I was dating, waited a respectable grieving period of about a week, and called my friend reporting a change of status.

We started dating in January. For the first few weeks we met almost every night.  Some nights we went out, but most nights we just sat, talked and laughed for hours. It took us two weeks to get physically acquainted (I was on the verge of raping him. Going slowly is fine, but two weeks! Can you imagine the frustration?). We were very compatible in that aspect too happy (I remember calling my best friend the morning after, saying one word. “Bingo!“).  However, after a few intensive weeks, something changed. He started holding back.  I soon learned that the reason for this was that he was accepted to a PhD program in USC, and was moving to California.  Resigned to the fact that our relationship was temporary, we settled into a routine of spending one or two nights a week together.

Then came our last night. I don’t remember anything from the night itself, I just remember saying goodbye at the door as he was leaving.  I smiled at him, wishing him good luck and a safe trip. The minute the door closed behind him I fell to the floor, sobbing my heart out, trying to stifle my sobs so he wouldn’t hear them behind the closed door. You see, at that moment I realized how madly in love I was with him, and how I hoped until the last monent that he will ask me to join him.  I was 27, I was sure I found my soul mate, and now I lost him.


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    • 0 votes vote up vote up

      Merlot63 wrote Nov 7, 2008
    • Thanks Susie, I’m having so much fun writing this happy!

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      Darla5 wrote Nov 7, 2008
    • Girl,

      Run back upstairs and get on that computer and finish the story. Put a movie in for the kids...haha


      still waiting...


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      Merlot63 wrote Nov 7, 2008
    • mrslorid, darla, joyfull,  

      I LOVE you ladies!!! Thanks for this huge smile I have on my face. (Darla, can you see I’m out of breath?)

      Since we want to keep the happy end, I have some cooking to do, but I promise to continue my story as soon as possible.

      Down the stairs I go.

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      Yana Berlin wrote Nov 7, 2008
    • can’t just leave us hanging here girlfriend....

      I WANT MORE like RIGHT NOW....I have zero patience

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      Feathermaye wrote Nov 7, 2008
    • First, I love your new pic. Lovely!

      Second, I love this story! I don’t care that you started with a spoiler (like me and most of the gals knowing my son is alive and well!), because the journey is not always about the destination, but in the details along the way.

      I’m glad you found inspiration to share this with us. I’m looking forward to part 2!

      Third, hurry the heck up, would ya? ;)

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      Michelle Rowe wrote Nov 7, 2008
    • I can just imagine you there waiting with baited breath for him to ask you to come with him. Oh, the heartbreak.  

      Now get a crackin’ on the next part of your story!

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      Merlot63 wrote Nov 7, 2008
    • Yana,  Heather, Vigirl, amk924,

      LOL... I just came back from dinner at my in-laws to find your comments.  You ladies are so overwhelmingly supportive, I’m so touched!.

      Yana, amk924 - it’s almost midnight here, but I’m going to continue the story a little bit since you asked so nicely...

      Heather - thanks!  I’m still looking for myself in the avatar dept... and thanks for complimenting my story - I learn from the best!

      vigirl - it was heartbreaking, but after all that heartbreak and after working so hard to get him, I appreciate him much more...

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