He was an elderly priest from Ireland, who had come to America after World War II. During WWII he was placed in a safe area that many UK residents had sent their children to for the sake of safety. There he became close friends with a girl who was also sent there. They remained together for a few years, until the war ended, and kept in touch via mail. To this day even, they still write.
Well, eventually he saw life panning out as it did and decided to go into the Priesthood, and later she married. Then a couple years ago she decided to take a trip with her family, to America, with the main purpose to come see the priest.
When he saw her, and they had a chance to talk again, face to face, he told her in confidence, "you know, if I had never joined the Priesthood I would have come and asked you to..." She stopped him there, and said, "shhh... yes I know, and I would've said yes."
When I heard this I didn't know whether to cry or be happy... They cared for each other since the day they met, and kept in touch even decades after. Even when they had nothing physically to offer. And yet, I couldn't help but to question why he didn't find her and marry her? Why did their love remain unfulfilled? Could it have been something?
Love is really a funny thing.
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