Hey Joshua, first of all I wanted to thank you for letting me post my story here. I read everything on your site when I first found you, and the stories you posted were so inspiring and motivating. I really hoped one day I would be able to post my own. Now I get to do that!

You’ll remember me as the annoying woman who kept bombarding you with questions. You have always been very patient with me, and I know that can’t be easy because you told me you have lots of people asking for spells.

My story started with a man called Cliff. Cliff was a guy I kinda knew from my gym. As in, we would say ‘hi’ in passing. You could say we didn’t really know each other at all, and you’d be right. But I wanted to know him, because the instant I laid eyes on him I knew I had to have him. Gosh, that sounds a bit crazy, doesn’t it? I don’t want to come accross all stalker / bunny boiler, but I have to be honest.

The truth is I did kinda stalk Cliff for a bit. I wanted to know more about him. Was he married? Did he have a girlfriend? Where did he work? What did he do? This is a bit embarrassing, but I followed him out of the gym one afternoon. I know, I should have just asked him if he wanted to join me for a coffee or something, right? But I have this massive fear of rejection, and I was terrified he’d say no and that would be that. I thought if I could get to know him, it would be easier to talk to him. You know, if we had any common ground then it could spark a conversation. I just wanted a head start.

The Wrong Hug

When I followed him, he ended up at a bar where he met a man. They hugged, and my first thought was ‘Oh crap, he’s gay’. I took a table a little way away and watched them, and I got the impression they were friends, not lovers. Brothers maybe.

For the next three weeks I got into the habit of following Cliff. I discovered that he lived three blocks from me, that he shopped in a more expensive store than me, that he went jogging every morning as well as going to the gym, that he went to a poetry group every Tuesday, that he probably worked from home because he didn’t seem to go to a job, and most importantly, that he lived alone. The trouble was this was all superficial information. I needed more, a way in so I could talk to him, and I wasn’t getting close enough to get that.

That’s when I decided do join his poetry group. It was a risk — I didn’t want him to think I was being creepy (even though I can see now that I was). But I was desperate. Every time I saw this man it drove me crazy. I wanted him more every day, and I had to get close to him.

The Running Girl

The poetry group was run by a weird woman with frizzy hair and a red face. They met in a church hall. There was a sign up on the notice board inviting new members to come along, so that’s what I did — turned up one Tuesday and said I’d like to join. At the first meeting the leader of the group (Jean) asked me to introduce myself. My heart was pounding when I spoke up, and I tried not to look at Cliff, but it was impossible not to. I said my name, said something about having discovered a love of poetry at school, and I don’t even remember the rest because at that time my heart was sinking because I realized Cliff hadn’t recognized me. I know it’s stupid, but I think deep down I’d been hoping he would and that his face would light up and that it would be the start of a beautiful romantic relationship. Duh!

Everything went wrong then. I remember Jean was asking something about my favorite poet, and my mind was blank because I know nothing about poetry. All I could think of was that Cliff was more interested in sharing something on his phone with the woman sitting next to him than he was in noticing me. I got up and ran out of there, never looked back.

I didn’t go back to the poetry group and I didn’t even go back to the gym. I was so embarrassed and while I really wanted to see Cliff, I knew I would die if I did see him. Surely he would recognize me now, as the mad woman from his poetry group!

Depression Sets In

I got quite depressed after that. I kept turning it over in my mind and made the situation feel ten times worse than it really was. I thought I’d blown my chance with Cliff. It was over, he would never see me as girlfriend material now.

That was when I started looking at websites about how to make someone fall in love with you. I don’t know what I was hoping to find, but it wasn’t a love spell! I didn’t even know love spells existed. I mean, I knew about fairly tales, obviously, but I thought that’s all they were. When I found your site I read everything. The stories from people who had found love seemed incredible. When I saw your spells were free, I was even more intrigued. I thought, what do I have to lose by trying?

I’ll admit my hopes weren’t high. For one thing, I thought you were mostly about getting people back with their ex, and here I was trying to get with someone who barely knew I existed, and if he did, probably thought I was crazy! But mainly I thought spells couldn’t really work. I filled out the form anyway, and then told myself to forget about it.

Of course I couldn’t forget about it, because Cliff was on my mind every day. So I was glad when you told me you were accepting my case, and even more happy when you sent a report about the spell. You said everything went well, and that I just had to wait a bit for the spell to take effect.

The Problem

The problem was…if the spell really did work, if it made Cliff fall in love with me, how was he going to show it? I was avoiding the gym, we didn’t shop in the same stores, and I was never going back to that poetry club! I asked you about this and I was a bit disappointed when you told me not to worry, that Cliff would seek me out when he was ready. It seemed unlikely. On the other hand what else could I do? I didn’t want to go chasing after him.

I was still fretting about that when I literally bumped into Cliff in the street. He was coming towards me and I wasn’t looking where I was going and I literally walked into him. I dropped my shopping and it went all over the sidewalk. I crouched down to start picking it all up muttering “Crap, sorry, I’m so sorry,” and didn’t even see it was Cliff I had run into! It’s only when he got down and began helping me that I looked up and saw his beautiful face. Our eyes met, and in that instant I knew. I knew that he knew who I was, and I knew that he was happy to see me.

He said as much. “It’s you!”

I mumbled something, I don’t even know what.

“Janice. The woman who ran out of the poetry club.”

I couldn’t speak. I felt my face going red. Was I wrong about him being happy to see me?

“Janice from the gym,” he said. His face broke into a gentle smile. “I’m so glad I found you.”

Found me? That meant he’d been looking for me. That had to be good, right?

“I’ve been going to the gym every day hoping to see you,” he said. “You’ve not been for weeks.”

I said something like, “Right. Um, I had some stuff going on.”

He looked concerned. “Everything okay? Anything you could use some help with?”

I shook my head. The shopping was still all over the ground and people were muttering and grumbling as they stepped around us. I started stuffing it into the bag again, grateful for an excuse to not speak.

Cliff helped, and he helped me lift the bag as we stood back up. His hand brushed mine, and I felt his breath on my cheek when we stood, he was so close. It was like my body was on fire. I barely knew this man but I wanted him more than ever.

“The thing is,” Cliff said, looking right into my eyes now. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Since the poetry club. I know this probably sounds crazy, but um, would you like to go for a drink? I mean, just a coffee or something, after the gym. If you come back—”

“Yes!” I blurted out too quickly and too loud. “I mean yes, I’d like that very much.”

“Great.” He looked properly pleased.

“Tomorrow,” I said. I was still having trouble speaking. “I’ll be at the gym tomorrow. In the morning.”

“Then it’s a date,” Cliff said. He smiled, checked his watch, and asked if I wanted a hand back with the groceries. I pictured my messy flat and the washing hanging up in the kitchen and shook my head, so we said our goodbyes and he went on his way.


I didn’t sleep all that night, the anticipation and excitement at seeing Cliff was too much. I got up and took a shower at five o’clock, then spent three hours cleaning and scrubbing my flat. Not because I thought he might come back there, but because I knew there was no point going to the gym at five thirty in the morning!

When I did go, Cliff was already there. His face lit up when he saw me. He was on a treadmill and the one next to him was free, so I took a deep breath and hopped on. We started talking, and Joshua, we didn’t stop all day. We talked for an hour at the gym, then we went on to a place for coffee and chatted for another two hours. Cliff asked if I was hungry and so we went to a little restaurant for lunch. We had so much in common, lots of little things like from our past and whatever, and bigger things too (although I don’t share his love of poetry!) We were the last people to leave the restaurant and then we spent an hour wandering through the park. That’s where we had our first kiss, and I’m not sharing the details with you — sorry!

Three Months

We’ve officially been a couple for about three months now. Cliff is everything I dreamed he would be and more. You might be thinking that if I had just plucked up the courage to ask him for a coffee right from the start instead of stalking him, he would have said yes and we’d be as happy together as we are now. But Cliff admitted he’d never really noticed me before I went to poetry club, so I don’t think he would have done. And he admitted that he thought I was a weird crazy woman after I ran out of that church hall. And the really weird thing (you won’t think this is weird Joshua), is that he told me he started thinking about me about three days after you did the spell. He said he didn’t know why, but his mind kept being drawn back to me running out, and he wondered where he’d seen me before. It took him another day to remember he knew me from the gym, and after that he said he couldn’t get me out of his head. That was the spell! Your spell did exactly what you said it would. It made him love me, even though he barely knew who I was.

I am forever grateful to you Joshua. The love Cliff and I have for each other is precious and wonderful. It would never had happened without you. I hope my story motivates others like the other stories motivated me to try your spell.

The names have been changed to respect Janice and Cliff’s privacy.