“When she opened the door, I instinctively knew why my intuition had led me there.”

It was a Sunday and I was all alone.  I had broken up with my boyfriend who had finally admitted he wasn’t interested in marriage – at least not to me.

It would be an understatement to say my heart was broken.  The same thing had happened to a few of my friends over the years, but I thought my relationship was solid.  Boy, was I mistaken.

So here I was, lonely as could be with nothing to do on my day off.  I had worked hard that week, including Saturday, and how I yearned to spend it with that special person.  I must admit, I cried a bit.

But then I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself, and I started making some calls.

The first few people I called were busy, and unfortunately, they were the only single friends I had.  But then I had what you might call an inspiration.  Someone came to mind that I hadn’t thought of for years.  She was an old high school acquaintance, and somehow her image popped into my mind.

And I felt an urgency to call her.

Sure enough, when I heard her voice on the other end of the line, I knew something good was going to happen.  I don’t know why I felt that way, but I did.

Within an hour, I found myself driving over to her apartment on the other side of town, and when she opened the door, I instinctively knew why my intuition had led me there.

Looking over her shoulder, I saw a smiling man, and I immediately fell for him – before I was even introduced.

Well, he happened to be in town on business, and I was relieved to learn that he and my friend were merely platonic.  I would have been so disappointed if I didn’t have a shot at him.

To make a long story short, we have been seeing each other on and off for almost a year now, and he just asked me if I’d consider moving to his town.  And none of this would have happened had I not had that psychic inclination to call my old friend that day.

I. La Roche
St. Paul, MN