They say opposites attract, and that was certainly the case for me and Meg. We are about as different as two girls can be. Meg is tall, slim, blonde, stunning, and clever. She’s funny, energetic, outgoing. The life and soul of the party. I, on the other hand, am short, a bit to round for my own good, wear my brown hair close-cropped, and I am a total introvert. I’ll leave it to others to judge my intelligence or lack of it!
I was as attracted to Meg as it’s possible to be attracted to anyone. I met her at work. I read somewhere that most couples meet at work, but it’s my guess that these days it’s changed and it’s mostly on the apps with people swiping. Who knows? Anyhow, we met the old-fashioned way at work.
What made things complicated, I mean apart from the fact that I had no idea if Meg was into girls, was that she was my boss. She hired me. When she interviewed me, I sensed there was a connection between us. I felt her eyes wandering over me, sizing me up, And I don’t mean in just a professional way.
I shrugged it off at the time ’cause I’m used to people looking at me as though I’m some kind of alien. I assumed she was just curious about why someone like me wanted to work in the fashion industry (I won’t name the company for obvious reasons). Anyway, I already had a girlfriend at the time so I wasn’t looking for someone new, although let’s face it, we’re always checking out the market, aren’t we?
Falling For Meg
I started my job a week later. Meg spent most of the first day with me showing me the ropes, introducing me to people, and so I wasn’t surprised when she invited me to lunch. The whole department went and we had a great time. I could tell that I was going to fit in well in this company, which was a relief because like I say I’m an introvert and I have trouble fitting in group situations.
I think it was at that lunch that I first looked at Meg properly, really properly, and realized that I found her attractive.
Fast forward three months and my relationship had broken up. My girlfriend at the time had noticed my wandering eye and she’d enough of it. The funny thing is, my eye had stopped wandering. I wasn’t looking at other girls the way I used to. I wasn’t checking out the market. There was only one person who interested me: Meg.
A Big Problem
By now I knew that Meg was not gay. There’d been office talk of a boyfriend, although the way I understood it they were no longer together. That makes no difference, the fact was she preferred men. You can’t change how you feel though, can you, Joshua? When you fall for someone, it doesn’t matter what the situation is, what they think of you, or anything else. You can only think about how things could be. About how you want them to be.
I couldn’t ask her out. I couldn’t make my feelings known. We worked together for goodness sake. Even if Meg turned me down politely, word would get around. Other people would hear of it and I knew I could never cope with that kind of office of gossip. I was accepted here and I dared not put that at risk.
Dying Inside
It was eating me up. Every morning I’d wake up and think of Meg. I’d think of her all the way to work. I spent my days trying not to gaze at her. In meetings, when we were talking, it was all I could do to stop myself from leaping on her.
All this was taking its toll on my work. Putting so much effort into not doing something was distracting me from what I was supposed to be doing. Something had to change.
My first instinct was that I had to get a new job. If I wasn’t working with Meg anymore, I could at least tell her how I felt and even if, as I suspected would happen, she turned me down or rejected me, at least I’d know and it would be over. I wouldn’t have to look at her beautiful face every day.
The thing is, jobs in fashion don’t grow on trees. I really liked the place I was at, and the people. It was a company I’d dreamed of working at for years. Leaving work might have been the logical choice, but it wouldn’t have been an easy one.
I tried to ride it out. I went on the apps and dated other girls. They were a distraction, but they weren’t Meg. All I could see was Meg. Anytime I woke up with a different girl in my bed, I’d look at her and wish it was Meg. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not just talking about sex, my feelings for Meg were much, much deeper than that. Something had to be done.
The Internet To The Rescue
One evening, moping around in my apartment, I started Googling for ways to get over unrequited love. I was looking for answers. No, not even answers. I was looking for ideas. And Google provided me with lots. Most of them were rubbish. I bought a few products that said they’d help you attract the person of your dreams, but it was all trash. You probably know some of the ones I’m talking about, so none of this will be a surprise to you.
Eventually my searching led me to you, Joshua. I read Shannon’s story and it struck a chord with me. She’d been through almost the exact same thing. I thought, if it can work for her, why not me? Your spells are free, so I figured why not give it a shot?
I don’t mind admitting I was skeptical. I expect you hear that a lot. I try to keep an open mind though and figured it was worth a try.
Booking A Love Spell
I couldn’t request a spell straight away because your form wanted to know Meg’s date of birth (or as much of it as possible). [Joshua says: Dates of birth are optional in spell requests, but I do give preference to requests that include them.] I didn’t know when her birthday was, so I had to wait until the next day when I could try and find out at work.
It was agonizing spending the day trying to find an opportunity to slip the question into the conversation. Finally a suitable moment came up and she told me her birthday was in a few months. I didn’t ask her what year she was born because let’s face it, it isn’t polite is it? But I had the day and the month and that was going to have to do.
I couldn’t wait to get home to fill in the form, so I excused myself and went to the bathroom where I used my phone to fill out the spell request. Well you know everything that happened after that, Joshua, but for the purposes of sharing my story here, let me lay it out for anyone reading is this.
You emailed me to say you’d got my request and would read it soon. I think it was two days later that you next emailed. To be honest I’d given up hope after the first day and didn’t expect to hear back from you, so it was quite a surprise when the decision did come. It was even more of a surprise when you said you were going to help me and you were going to cast your spell on Meg.
I felt a bit guilty then. Was this fair on Meg? You were going to make her fall in love with me and she wasn’t even gay. Is it fair to do that to somebody? When I came out to my parents… Well let’s just say that things didn’t go well and that’s probably why I’m so introverted.
Putting Meg in a similar situation — was that fair? I thought about asking you to cancel the spell, but when I got to work and saw her lovely face, when she smiled and said my name, my heart melted and I knew I had done the right thing. If everything worked as planned, she would be happy because we would be together, and we could handle anything the world threw at us.
The Day of The Love Spell
When the day of the spell came I was so excited I could barely breathe. I called in sick at work. I was too anxious to be around other people. Then I changed my mind and went to work anyway because I wanted to see Meg. I wanted to see the spell in action.
I suppose it must be strange for you, Joshua. You never get to see the people you are casting a spell on. I was there while you were doing it, and I could see actual signs of it happening.
I don’t know what I expected, certainly not bolts of lightning from the sky or anything like that! There was no mistaking the spell was having an effect though. Meg kept excusing herself and going to the bathroom, something she rarely did.
At lunchtime she said she was feeling unwell and she thought she should probably leave for the day. When she said goodbye to me, she couldn’t look me in the eye. There was something indescribable in her manner, and the way she left — some of our colleagues looked quite concerned and suggested she see a doctor. Only I knew the truth. I knew what was happening.
The Hardest Part
We didn’t see Meg for a couple of days after that, which I took to be a good sign. I never let my phone out of my sight during that time, waiting, hoping, praying that she would call.
In fact the call came when I was at home one evening. I knew it was her because her name came up on the screen, but when I answered there was only silence. My heart was thumping in my chest. The blood pounding in my ears was so loud I thought that was why I couldn’t hear her, and I said her name over and over. Meg? Meg, are you there?
I looked at the screen and saw she’d hung up. I wanted to call her back but resisted the urge. She had to do this in her own time. I’d done this to her, now I had to wait until she was ready.
The Dip
The next morning Meg came back to work and acted as though nothing has changed. My heart sank a bit. It sank even more when she went to lunch on her own. This carried on for a few days, and I really questioned the spell at that point. I sent you a message asking if this was normal, and you assured me it was because there’s a push-pull effect with the spell. It had created a very strong emotion — love — in Meg, and she’d need time to come to terms with that. It was understandable that she’d back off while this happened.
Everything Changes
Actually, it turned out the reason she was keeping her distance was because she was waiting for the right moment, which was the weekend. She called me on the Saturday morning.
This time there was no silence on the phone. “Can we meet?” she asked. This was the sign I’d been waiting for! I’d never seen Meg outside of work except for drinks in a bar with colleagues, that sort of thing. We’d never socialized or met up just the two of us. “Sure,” I said, trying to keep my cool.
We arranged to meet an hour later in town. I don’t know if she thought it was weird that I hadn’t asked why she wanted to see me, I wasn’t thinking like that. All I was thinking was, holy crap, I need to get in the shower and get myself presentable!
Meg was shy and nervous, not her usual outgoing self when we met. We found a coffee shop and sat away from the crowd. It was agonizing watching her trying to say what I knew she must want to say. She was talking around the subject. I remember how her fingernails kept drumming on the coffee cup, over and over.
In the end I made it easy for her. It was the least I could do. I reached across the table and took her hand in mine. She looked up at me, surprised. I swear to you, Joshua, it was just like in the movies. There was an understanding that passed between us. I knew, and she knew that I knew.
We got out of the coffee shop pretty fast and went and sat in the park, on a bench. Next to each other. Up close. Her arm against my arm, her leg pressed against my leg.
“I don’t understand what I’m feeling,” she told me.
“I do,” I reassured her. I put my arm around her. She pulled away, and I could see that she was looking at all the people in the park, wary of them, perhaps worrying she might see somebody she knew. But I pulled her back close, and she let me. Our eyes locked again, and we kissed.
And that, Joshua, was the beginning of the most beautiful time of my life.
Life After The Spell
It’s been nearly a month now, and I feel fulfilled in a way I can’t explain. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and Meg says she feels the same. I believe her. For one thing, she’s never felt this way about a girl!
We have challenges ahead of us. Her family still doesn’t know about me, or about this change that’s happened to her. We’ll tackle that difficult conversation together. Together, we feel like an unstoppable force.
Who knew that one love spell could change two lives so much?