The dictionary defines it as “the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.”
It’s the name of one of my all-time favorite movies, where two complete strangers happen upon each other in a department store in what is probably the most adorable meet cute ever. The man and woman are both trying to buy gloves, and when they realize it’s the last pair, they each take one glove. Long story short, the two are meant to be soulmates, but something always gets in the way of them being together.
Every time I think of the movie, I can hear David Gray’s “January Rain,” where the woman, Sara, finds the man, Jonathon, at the ice rink. The ethereal strumming of the guitar that just makes you believe that magic and finding one’s true soulmate is possible and real.
The movie always made me fantasize love, and made me wonder if I would ever find a love like Jonathon and Sara’s, where the most perfect person just fell into my lap, completely unexpected. Would I even know that they were the one for me; that he was the Jonathon and I was the Sara? Would things get in the way of us being together, like Jonathon and Sara, or would the universe perfectly align itself and make for the most magical love story?
Or was love, or could love, even be this magical? Or was this just my imagination running away with itself, infatuated with this depiction of love that the movie presented?
But, then the most unexpected, most serendipitous thing happened.
A person I was most likely never meant to meet, from more than 5,500 miles away, entered my life.
At first we began to talk as acquaintances, learning about our different ways of life on two separate continents.
Then it slowly began to turn into a friendship.
We talked about our families, our friends, our aspirations in life, and things we like to do, like going on adventures. We would fill each other in about things that happened during our day. As we got closer, I found myself saying that I needed to tell him about certain events or occurrences when they happened. I had found an unexpected best friend.
Then that friendship began to blossom into something else. A deeper feeling.
A feeling that I liked this person more than just a friend. That I really cared for him.
Earlier this year, I decided to make the journey across the sea, to travel the more than 5,500 miles to see him. I got to experience this whole new part of the world. A whole new country. His home.
Our relationship has blossomed more and more, and he has become such a major part of my life.
If anything, this beautiful, serendipitous occurrence in my life has lead me to believe in the magic of love.
That love will always find its way to you when you are least expecting it. But it will be marvelous, and beautiful, and amazing, and incredible. It will be magical.
For those that believe that love will never happen, or just don’t believe it’s real, trust me, it is. Don’t give up on the idea of love. It will happen, and most likely when you least expect it. Believe that all of the pieces will come together in a wonderful moment.
As Sara says in the movie, “You don’t have to understand it, you just have to have faith…faith in destiny.”
For the daydreamers out there that dream about the day when they’ll find that one person that makes them happy, and laugh, and smile, keep dreaming, because it’s out there.
And you, too, will experience the magic of sweet serendipity.