Dear Harlan,
It was during our freshman year in college, 27 years ago, that we became very close friends. He occasionally would try to become romantically involved with me, but I would always refuse, probably because my mother said that this was the guy for me.
Several years passed, and we remained best friends. We each married someone else; I quickly realized my mistake and got divorced. Meanwhile, my friend and his first wife had their ups and downs. When he asked me for advice, I urged him to do everything that he could to work things out. Eventually it became clear that they were not meant to be together. Several years ago, I became very ill. My physicians and I decided that I needed to go to the Mayo Clinic. My best friend is a pilot for a major airline, and it turned out that he had a
24-hour layover in Minneapolis. He drove down to Rochester, N.Y., to see me. I told him how much I appreciated his coming to see me and how much I had valued his friendship. He said: "Well, of course I would come to see you — I've loved you for 25 years." I responded, "Do you think it will rain tomorrow?" He thought to himself, "Oh, well, nothing has changed in 25 years." The next morning, we had breakfast, and he left to go back to the airport. As soon as he left, I burst into tears. I finally realized that I had loved him for 25 years, but I had just sent him away. The next day, I flew from Rochester to Minneapolis. When I got off the plane I looked for the gate for my connecting flight. That's when I heard a voice say, "Ma'am, your plane's that-a-way." As soon as I realized that he was "the pilot" who was talking, I flew into his arms, and have been there ever since. We were married last May, and our love grows deeper and deeper every day. Oh yeah, my mother was right.
Michelle
Dear Michelle,
I love, love, love it! Thank you!
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