Firstly, Joshua, I would like to thank you for the opportunity to share my story on your blog. The blog was a great source of comfort to me as I was waiting for the love spell to manifest, and I hope by adding to it I can help bring comfort to others in a similar position.
My story began eight years ago, when I dated a girl from university. Her name was Megan and we fell for each other right from the very first day we met. I would not say it was a whirlwind romance, we were too young for that. It started as physical attraction and being young and free for the first time in our lives, we made the most of it if you catch my meaning.
What started as a physical and fun relationship quickly developed into something much deeper. We were in love. We stayed together for a wonderful year, and then Megan dropped out of university and it ended.
I must emphasize she did not want to leave, but her family suffered a bereavement and then moved to another country. She decided it was best she follow them, and so she left uni and started a new life in Germany.
We kept in touch for about six months. Back then not everyone had Facetime or Skype and it was harder to communicate than it is now. Inevitably we drifted apart as our calls became less and less frequent. I suspected she had met someone new, and to be honest after six months my own eye was wandering. University life left little time to ‘grieve’ (for want of a better word), and the place was filled with attractive girls. Temptation was never far, and I’m not ashamed to say I sought solace in the arms, and beds, of others. I didn’t feel too bad about it. Megan was gone and not coming back. Life moves on, as everyone kept telling me.
I didn’t see Megan again for seven years after she left. I didn’t expect to ever see her again. During those years I dated other people on and off. My longest relationship was two years and that fizzled out like a wet firwork. I wouldn’t say I was unhappy, I just assumed I hadn’t met the right person yet. Besides, I was young and not looking to settle down. Now I look back at that time and I can see that subconsciously I was comparing every girl I dated to Megan. I know that sounds awful, but it was not something I was doing on purpose. I didn’t even know I was doing it until much later.
When I saw her again, seven years later, it was a complete surprise. I was on my lunch break from work, eating a sandwich on a park bench in London, when she walked right in front of me. Honestly Joshua, it sounds like something out of a romantic comedy movie, but that’s how it happened.
The Most Beautiful Girl
I recognised her straight away, though it took a few seconds for it to register in by brain. By then she was a little way down the path. I jumped up and called her name. She looked over her shoulder, and I swear to you my heart skipped a beat. She had never looked more beautiful than she did in that split second, her hair waving across her face in the breeze, her cheeks flushed a little red from the cold, her eyes shining in the autumn sun. For a moment the world paused around her as our eyes locked.
She looked confused at first, and then I saw the recognition in her eyes. They melted into a warm smile and the rest of her face followed.
She didn’t shout it, she whispered my name. A huge grin broke across her face and she turned and ran and a second later we were embracing one another.
I would love to say that we continued our romance where we left off. But alas that is where this part of my story diverges from the rom-coms. We went to a cafe, found a quiet table, and talked for an hour (I was late back to work, but it was worth the telling off from my manager!) We had a lot of catching up to do.
Megan told me she had been back in the UK for a year. She had thought about looking me up and trying to get in touch, but she figured I was probably happily married and it would be weird to pop back into my life like that. Besides, she didn’t think her husband would like her looking up old boyfriends.
A Knife Wound
The word was like a knife through my heart when she said it. The jolt of pain it caused me made me realise just how strong my feelings for her were, and it took me completely by surprise. After all, I hadn’t thought about Megan in years, it’s not like I was yearning to see her again. Had that been the case I could have gone to Germany to try to find her. Yet here she was, casually mentioning the fact she was married, and it was an emotional blow as hard, maybe even harder, than the day I had kissed her goodbye all those years ago.
“Tim? You okay?”
I’d obviously gone quiet. I mumbled something, I can’t remember what, then pulled myself together and asked why she had come back to the country. She said it was because her husband had been sent here for his job. She was working too. They had a nice flat in town paid for by his company. I steeled myself and asked her about the husband, glancing at the ring on her finger I had totally failed to notice before. She avoided the question and instead asked what I had been up to.
Eventually I had to go, and so did she. But we agreed to meet up for another coffee a few days later.
Falling In Love All Over Again
I didn’t think of anything else for those few days, my mind was filled with images of her. Her smile, her eyes, the way she had whispered my name. I was besotted. I was obsessed. I was in love.
The next time we met I was better prepared, by which I mean I had fortified myself with a little Dutch courage, it being a weekend. She arrived late and looked flustered. She said she couldn’t stay long because her husband was at home. It transpired he was supposed to be working that day but a last minute change meant he was not.
“Why does that mean you can’t stay?” I asked. “You have plans?”
She avoided my eye and tried to change the subject again.
It took some work on my part, but eventually I got her to tell me that he didn’t know she was out seeing me, and that if he found out he would go mad.
“Why?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“Because he doesn’t like me talking to other men,” she said, still avoiding eye contact.
“What, any men? Or just ex-boyfriends?”
“Any men.” Her voice was a whisper.
And then she told me everything. She told me how her marriage was an unhappy one. That her marriage was a mistake, something she agreed to because she was pushed into it by her parents because her relationship was already rocky and they had convinced her that getting married was the answer. She had regretted it immediately.
“He’s not a bad man,” she told me. “It’s not like he hits me.”
“There are other forms of abuse,” I said.
Our time was up and we had to part ways again, but we kept in touch, mostly through text messages.
Torn, Tortured, And Guilty
I was torn, Joshua. Torn and tortured. I don’t want to compare my pain to hers because I know she was suffering far more than me. I know there are a great many people in the world with far greater problems than falling in love with their ex who turns out to be married. In a way that knowledge just made it worse though, because it made me feel guilty about feeling the way I did. In every other way my life was amazing. I had a good job, nice friends, earned good money, was lucky enough to have a nice place in one of the most expensive cities in the world, and plenty of free time to enjoy it. But seeing Megan again had highlighted an enormous hole in my life. A hole that I now knew only she could fill.
And yet…I couldn’t ask her to leave her husband. It would be completely unfair of me to do so. It seemed crazy to me that we were both suffering, but I had no idea if she even had any feelings for me.
So I decided to not see her anymore.
It seemed like the best solution. I had got over her once, I would have to do so again. Her marriage was something she would have to deal with. I couldn’t interfere because I had a vested interest in her ending it. She had been pushed into the marriage against her better judgement; how could I come along and try to push her out of it? That would make me as bad as her parents. She had to live her own life and make her own decisions.
I lasted three months.
By then I was going seriously crazy. She messaged me frequently asking to meet up, and we did see each other once, but it was strained. It was hard not to say something.
A Possible Solution
I found your site when I started searching, out of desperation, how to mend a broken heart. Like many of the people in your stories, I had never considered magic as a possible solution.
I thought things through very carefully. Using a spell was a way of interfering in Megan’s life. It seemed to me that to influence her, even indirectly through your spell, would be to commit the same sin as her parents. On the other hand she was unhappy in that marriage. We had been happy together and I knew we could be again. Maybe it was selfish of me, but in the end I convinced myself that it would be in her best interest to try the spell. If it worked, if it got her out of her unhappy marriage and back with me, then even if we didn’t last as a couple, at least she would be out of the marriage and free to live her life the way she wanted.
My heart was in my mouth when I filled out my spell request on your site. I thought, I don’t know this guy, he could be anyone and I’m telling him about me and Megan. Do I even have the right to divulge this stuff to a stranger? Your professionalism and sincerity put me at ease though, and for that I thank you.
You graciously accepted to help me, and from that moment I felt a great sense of calm. I felt certain that Megan was going to be freed soon. Even if her husband wasn’t physically abusive, I could imagine that feeling trapped in an unhappy marriage must be awful.
It was hard waiting for you to cast the spell, though I understood of course that you had many requests and had to deal with them in the order in which you received them. I didn’t hear from Megan during that time, which only made the waiting worse.
Finally the day of the spell arrived. I didn’t sleep that night. Maybe it was nerves, or maybe it was the energy of your spell casting, I don’t know. It was good energy though. Intense but positive. Anticipation and love mingled together.
The energy dipped when you sent me your report and said I needed to be patient, that the spell needed time to work. I knew that, of course I did. I had read everything on your website about a hundred times so I knew what to expect. Still didn’t make the waiting any easier though!
The first sign that something was happening was when Megan texted me asking to meet. Bear in mind I hadn’t heard from her in well over a month, so this was unusual. I replied immediately and said I would see her wherever and whenever she wanted. We met that afternoon.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she said.
“Hi, Megan,” I said, smiling. “Nice to see you too!”
“Oh, yeah, hi.” She had her hands in her pockets and was fretting, looking nervous, jumpy. We had met outside a Tube station and it was busy. “Can we go somewhere quieter?”
We found a Starbucks a block away and a table upstairs at the back.
And it’s at that table that Megan told me she loved me.
I don’t want to get all rom-com again, but it felt like fireworks were going off above our heads when she just blurted it out. It was like the other people in the Starbucks faded out of existence and it was just the two of us there, staring into each other’s eyes. I realised we were holding hands across the table.
She told me everything. She said she had been surprised to see me all those months ago, and was pleased to have a friend because she hadn’t really made any new friends since coming to London. But she hadn’t thought of me romantically. Not until a few weeks ago. Not until you cast the spell, Joshua, although she didn’t know that. I felt a glimmer of guilt again. Had I manipulated her? But when I saw the happiness in her eyes, when she told me that finally, and for the first time in years, everything in her life made sense, my guilt vanished and I knew I had done the right thing.
Megan said it had been like an awakening. It had struck her out of the blue that she still loved me. Perhaps, she said, she had never stopped loving me, deep down, for all those years. Perhaps that was why she knew the marriage was wrong and why she had been so unhappy. She didn’t know why it was only now that all this had become clear to her, but I knew. And you know, Joshua. Because it was your spell. You opened her eyes and you opened her heart and you showed her the answer.
Things were a little uncomfortable and complicated for a few months after that because Megan had to go through a divorce. She rented a room in a house during that time. We wanted to be together but she said it wasn’t right that we live under the same roof while she was still married. It was hard, but I could wait. I had waited seven years, a few months wouldn’t hurt. And anyway, we saw each other every day, spent every waking minute together when we weren’t working.
A Bright Future
This week Megan moved in with me. The divorce was done quickly. Her parents paid for some super expensive lawyer to rush it through. I think they realised they had forced her into the marriage and it was their duty to help her extricate herself from it.
And that’s why I wanted to share my story now, Joshua. That hole in my life has been filled. And Megan tells me she feels the same, that she feels complete. Neither of us have been this happy since those heady days at university. It’s funny, back then I never thought of her as ‘the one’. It took seven years apart and an unhappy marriage before I came to my senses.
All that remains is for me to thank you, publicly, Joshua. Your amazing spell fixed two lives. You have brought a level of happiness that I didn’t think was possible. I will be eternally grateful.