You guys seem like a perfect couple and I love how even I can detect the passionate chemistry between both of you. You've experienced harsh conditions and experiences and yet you managed to bound together. I love that. And may it last forever. I'm not the most optimistic guy when it comes to hoping for a better future but I would like to share a memory of mine that might help some people if they aren't the optimist type as well.
I was like 8-9 years old, playing football, cards and such. One day couple of guys who were like 3-4 older than me were playing water balloons... basically a street child game. And I saw that they were bullying a girl, throwing a balloon at her. So I stepped in and threw rocks and punches at them. They all ran away crying. I met the girl and learned that she was basically living two steps away. We started visiting our houses, playing some games... you know, child stuff. And one day she asked me what I wanted to do when I grow up. I said I want to visit England, specifically Old Trafford on my 23rd birthday. She was so confused and asked me why I didn't mention any jobs, money or like anything else but this. I said some silly things about how I believe the number 23 means a lot to me and to my life and that the number is basically revolving around my life (I swear this was before the Jim Carrey movie "the number 23" but my thoughts were quite similar to the representation in the movie). Anyway, so she said she would want to be with me even on that day and that she likes me. That's when I had my first kiss. A couple of weeks later, she got into a car with her parents, she was crying and uttered no words. I watched her get inside and wave at me goodbye as the car drove away. I had no idea what happened or where she went. After a couple of months, my family divorced and sent me to my grandmother & grandfather. I lived in a family apartment where my aunts, cousins, and uncles lived. I've been with many people and experienced a lot of things as I grew up but I never managed to forget about her. Plus, I remembered about her was her name, how we met and that little conversation I had with her. Nothing else. So I tried my hardest but couldn't find her and gave up thinking about it when I was around to finish high school. So I started studying English Literature at my university... I was a pretty mediocre student until I was afraid I'd lose my student loans and eventually pressed hard. In my third year, I was doing pretty well and eventually, someone asked me why I haven't given any thought about signing for Erasmus. So I did. The result turned out and I learnt that I was a backup student (Meaning I would have to either pay my own money to go or wait for the possibility of 2 other students forfeiting their position). One of them actually did so I earned the chance to move to England. It was January 19th 2019. 4 days earlier than my birthday. I had some free time to travel around the country before the school was open so I met some friends and took some photos. Uploaded the photos to Instagram with a like handful of tags. On my birthday I travelled to Manchester to see Old Trafford and decided to stay the night there. When I was uploading my photos, I just got a random message from someone, just casually saying hi, asking if I lived where I lived in my childhood. I couldn't get a grasp of it at first but then it suddenly hit me. I stood for like 15 minutes without moving my head and not knowing what to think. The girl I was looking for, the girl I stopped looking for years ago... was also looking for me this whole time. Just like me, she had no idea of how to find me or anyone to reach. She just thought I would manage to achieve my dream and travel to England on my 23rd birthday. She looked through thousands of tags and saw someone named İlkay among them. She told me her whole story, how she grew up getting beaten by her father, attempting to suicide a couple of times, leaving her home and finally jumping from a bridge... Someone saw and persuaded her not to jump. Years later they got married and have a kid. She named her daughter İlkay, which is my name(unisex name). Reading all these... reading it from her... I honestly have no way of describing it even right now. She said that her husband wasn't treating her properly anymore. Saying he's not the same man as before and that he has been beating her for years. She said she wanted to suicide again but thought about me... the hope of finding me kept her alive she says. For me, it was a lot to take in. So we spoke a later or a two after. She showed me her daughter, which believes it or not, looks 100% like me. She claims the same. I have never seen anyone that could look like me that much. I was devastated... and thrilled at the same time. Eventually... she asked if we could have a future together. She could move away from everyone, take her child and go anywhere with me. I didn't know what to say. She was still married to a guy that basically saved her life... but now torturing her. I... I said I didn't want to give any false hopes to her and that my life sucks. I had no financial incentive, nor anything to look for. She just asked me for a small chance, in other words, a "leap of faith" that one day we might be together. I couldn't give her any hope. I myself wasn't in perfect condition. Describing it right kinda feels like I was a piece of shit... but seriously, I didn't know what to do. After 3 days I got a phone call from my cousin at 6 AM that my grandmother had died. That was it. It had been 3 years since my grandfather died at the time and now this. I had no idea what to do when I got back. I returned after 7 months and all I found was an empty house. After 1 year passed and I graduated, a girl that I liked in England decided to visit me in Turkey. She stayed with me for 10 days. We had all the chemistry and love together. Before she returned to the Czech Republic, she said she wanted to get married and that she loves me so much... I wanted her as well. I really did. But I had no way of getting an EU visa, let alone a work permit. She said she was living with her parents so they wouldn't accept it if we got married in Turkey. Long story short, we bid ourselves farewell at the airport. She bought her ticket and left. 6 months later I got a message from her. It was just "I'm sorry..." and then she blocked me. I checked her Facebook and learned that she got married. And you know the funny thing is... After some time passed and I encountered a man on Instagram... It looked really similar from somewhere... was going through his photos... and I saw that he was working as an airport employee, selling tickets and stuff. I saw that he was the guy who sold the departure ticket to the girl who visited me and one of his photos was liked by a certain someone... It was liked by my childhood girl. He turned out to be his husband. Anyway. I'm really sorry for the huge wall of text but I wanted to share a unique memory of mine. Some perhaps learn something from it. I really don't know.