In your teens, you saw the winds blow her hair in your direction, though you hardly took

notice. Teen
angst was a real thing, and it seemed all too real to you. She was hoping you would do something about
it when she turned to look at you. But every time she did, you just shyly turned away. She found it cute
and let you sink back into your own world. You’ve heard other people talk about how cool she is, but
you found it too incredulous that she’d be able to relate to you. And so you waited to see.

At university, she finally introduced herself after bumping head first into you. She didn’t give you her
real name, however. Somehow, she always found a way to leave a bit of mystery so you’d work for it.
Fate is cruel and you had already found somebody else. You found somebody very similar to her, just a
bit more practical and suiting to your most present needs. You simply couldn’t tell your friends anymore
that you had somebody so vague in mind. You needed to have somebody whom you can actually
introduce to people, someone your friends would approve and accept into their click. In any event, you
feel so proud just to be able to survive your teen and college years without a permanent record. And
now you have a girl that you can actually hold. You’re a man now, they tell you, because you have a girl
who is dependable and will provide you with all the love and comfort you’ll ever need.

In your 20’s you changed mates several times, because that’s what people do in their 20’s. She would
brush by you from time to time as you walk mindlessly down the street. But you were just preoccupied
with so many girls in mind, that she could have shoved you into a brick wall for all you cared. Though
you thought about it after each and every time you saw her, she was there in the back of your minds and
in your dreams. Then on a random night, while on an exotic vacation you’ve been planning for years,
you woke up in cold sweat wondering if she was really there and what she was waiting for.

In your 30’s, you read some books, because that’s what people do in their 30’s. Some of those books
questioned your reality and somehow that reminded you of her. You tried some psychedelic drugs
because it was about time that you did, and your feelings for her intensified. A real inclination that you
might never get another chance suddenly consumes you. You start to stay up late thinking about her. All
those inviting smiles, all those incidental brushes were there simply by chance? Were they signaling
something greater, something more profound?

So you flipped through your phone to find a lead, any lead at all. You called a friend who called a friend,
who called an enemy who called another friend. Finally, your intensive and extensive search pays off.
You found a number. You call it. “Hello?” You say. “Who are you? Can I meet you? Yes? Are you sure?
Please, just tell me your name.”
You have finally got yourself a date with her. The date you’ve been waiting for in a long time, to say the
least. You also got a name.

Her name is Destiny.