He melted my heart
He was exactly the same, just a few grey hairs
By April 2017, six months after I’d messaged David, I’d given up all hope that
I’d hear back.
But then, as I was sitting in bed one night, on my iPad, a Facebook message pinged through on my phone. It was him! Yes, he wrote. I am the same David McMichael. How are you?
My heart raced as I typed out my reply.
Over the next few hours, we sent messages back and forth.
We had so much to catch up on.
David told me he’d been married 30 years and had one son, but his marriage had recently ended.
We spoke about the old times. When we were two lovesick youngsters.
David didn’t play hockey any more, now worked in logistics.
Glued to my phone, I could tell the spark was still there.
The next morning, I woke up to a message from David and felt butterflies in my stomach. I felt like a teenager again! Then, just days later, we spoke on the phone for the first time.
Hearing David’s voice after all these years felt surreal. But it also felt right.
‘I’m coming to visit,’ David announced just two weeks after we got back in touch.
In May 2017, David flew from Toronto.
Waiting for him in the Arrivals hall at Manchester Airport, I was bubbling with nervous excitement.
Suitcase in his hand, David walked towards me, and I
felt myself falling in love all over again.
‘I can’t believe it,’ I said, pulling him into a hug.
We stood there for 15 minutes, holding on to each other. After so long apart, we were determined not to let go again.
We sat on a bench at the airport and stared at each other in disbelief.
Three decades had passed, but David was exactly the same.
Just a few grey hairs and some wrinkles round the eyes.
‘You haven’t changed at all,’ he grinned.
For two weeks, we travelled around England.
When it was time for David to fly home, we couldn’t bear to say goodbye again.
So we planned for him to come back just two weeks later. For good. By August
2017, we were living together at my home in Blackpool.
On Christmas Day 2017, David and I were at home with my mum and his mum Donna, 78, who was visiting. As we opened our presents in the living room, David suddenly got down on one knee.
‘Will you marry me?’ he asked, showing me a beautiful gold and diamond ring. ‘Yes!’ I cried.
In March this year, David and I got married in an intimate ceremony with just my mum there.
I wore a white lace dress with a sweetheart neckline, and David looked dashing in a tuxedo. Walking up the aisle as husband and wife,
I had to pinch myself.
We had spent over 30 years apart. But all that matters is that we found each other again.
Worth the three-decade wait!
Meeting up with David, I felt like a loved-up teenager again
I got the best Christmas present ever!