She had always thought he was a snob. She was friends with everyone in church, his friends, and even his sister, but she neither acknowledged nor said a word to or him. “A stuck up, he is,” so she thought.
He, perhaps, thought the same of her. “Always late for church services. A wild child,” was what she thought HE thought of her. (Her working times then often overlapped with service times)
One morning, out of the many mails which appeared in her Inbox, one particular mail stood out.
From an unknown email address. The mail was addressed to her, and a few other people, some of whom she knew. The contents didn’t contain much that was relevant to her though, perhaps a general encouragement to all. What was odd was there wasn’t even a sign off at the end of the mail.
A mystery sender. “How did this person get my work email address?” she wondered.
Curious, she replied the email, asking the mystery sender who he was.
He replied. Without revealing his name, he wittily and mysteriously identified himself as the best friend of so-and-so, the brother of so-and-so, and a host of other connections, most, if not all, of them she knew personally.
She could figure who he was – the snob, but the cleverly crafted email made her smile, laugh and interested her even more.
She replied and that was the start of their email communication and budding friendship. Every day, she would look forward to his email. It was always the first thing that greeted her every morning at work, without fail.
Life went on, she would see him around in church sometimes, but they never spoke in person. A tension built up between them, naturally. (I’m sure most of you will have experienced this before – you’re always on the lookout for him/her, you keep him/her in your sight most of the time. You’re not look straight at him/her, not stalking, of course, but he/she is always at the corner of your eye.)
All those emails, yet no spoken words. Not one. Brief knowing glances, perhaps.
3 months passed, and at long last, he plucked up the courage to ask her out.
Her heart fluttered. But being the lady that she was, she turned him down. Whatever her reasons were, she chose to play hard to get.
That didn’t deter him though. There is always a second time.
The second time came (what if it didn’t?!), then she gave in and agreed. The rest is history.
A little similar the movie “You’ve got mail”, don’t you think?
The only difference between that movie and this love story is – even after being married for years (I’m not sure how many), and now with a 3- or 4-year-old toddler in the family – she still receives an email from her beloved, every single morning in her Inbox, without fail*. (*Saturdays and Sundays excluded)
*The story above is a true account, paraphrased according to how it was told to me. Details are as accurate as possible to the actual event.
Now, how's that for a fairytale?
