Hi! I’m a new author here at Soul Mate, so let me start off by introducing myself. My name is Cari Davis, and I’m a life-long book addict and daydreamer. I’ve been making up stories for as long as I can remember, but I didn’t realize I was a writer until well into adulthood. I’m also an incurable hopeless romantic, so it seems very apropos that my inaugural post here falls on Valentine’s Day!
For those of you not familiar with the acronyms in my title, HEA is Happily Ever After and IRL is In Real Life. As a writer and as a reader, I’ve always gravitated toward happy endings, no matter how dark, tragic, or suspenseful the beginnings and middles are. Real life has too many tragedies that don’t have happy endings. (I’m also a realist.) In my opinion, fiction is supposed to whisk you away from real life. I want to finish a story with a warm, fuzzy feeling for myself and a happily ever after for the characters.
But it’s all fantasy, right?
The kind of HEA you find in romances don’t happen in real life, right?
A little over a year ago, on February 9, 2017, I was attempting to drive home from work after a busy day. Heavy traffic stoked my stress level higher and higher. One obstacle after another, from a broken traffic light to a double-parked truck, blocked my progress. Finally, I threw up my hands in frustration (not literally!) and drove to the shore of Puget Sound. When I reached the water, I walked out onto a pier. The cold wind stung my cheeks and whipped my scarf, but I felt a sense of serenity descend upon me. My shoulders relaxed, and my mind calmed. Having been born and raised in Southern California, I could only handle a few minutes of the near-freezing temp. Yet, that was all I needed. I went back to my car and wrote, finally working out a plot issue I’d been pondering for days.
It turned out to be an incredible afternoon (little did I know that it would also be life-changing), so I decided to capture the moment. I braved the cold once again, got out of my car, and took a pic of the pier. I then decided to tweet the image.
At that time, nearly 1700 miles away, a man in Lincoln, Nebraska was scrolling through Twitter. He’d had it in his heart for some time to move to the Pacific Northwest, so he followed a lot of what was going on in the area. My pic happened to be trending. He saw it and hit retweet.
Still sitting in my car, I received the notification. Not knowing who he was, I decided to check out his profile. Maybe he was a fellow writer. (He wasn’t.) I didn’t know exactly what it meant, but I felt an instant draw and knew — somehow, someway — our lives would intertwine.
I started watching his posts, commenting or retweeting occasionally. We eventually started direct messaging each other, which led to the exchange of phone numbers. That first phone call lasted three hours. We continued to speak every single day for hours. And hours.
Now, I know the horror stories . . . I’m aware of the TV show, Catfish. I maintained an air of caution. I tried to not build up my hopes. But still, I knew. We both knew. At one point, we asked each other what exactly we were to each other. It didn’t make sense to say we were boyfriend/girlfriend when we’d never met. Yet, there was one term that did fit, even if no one believed us: soul mate.
Dwight moved to Washington on June 16th, and what we already knew was instantly confirmed. We debated how long to wait, but ultimately decided we’d waited long enough to find each other. On June 30th, we were married.
I now get to spend every day with my best friend, who loves me deeply and who “gets” me better than people I’ve known my entire life.
I’ve spent many Valentine’s Days alone or in not-so-good relationships, but I always maintained hope for a real life happily ever after. I always believed. And now I know without a doubt . . . true love exists. Soul mates exist.
Wishing you all a very Happy Valentine’s Day and your own HEA!! ♥♥♥
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