The Best Night I’ve Ever Had Happened by Chance

What are the odds that we have even met?

“Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.” — Mary Oliver

We met in a city of two million people — in a country where neither of us was born or raised. Where I was only because two days earlier I had decided that I’d buy a plane ticket and go.

We started talking — in a bar chock-full of people, where I could have offered my table to anyone else who hadn’t get one. I could have remained silent or you could have refused politely.

We bumped into each other accidentally again a day later — on a tiny street, when I was heading home, using google maps to find my way. I could have chosen another route. You could have been somewhere else.

What are the odds?

Meeting you — was pure luck. Stars aligned and guided us gently towards each other. The universe stood still for a second, silencing the world, paved the way for us and make the near-impossible happen. What immortal force pulled me towards you? What power pushed you towards me?

Genuine, unquestionable physical attraction, exceptional chemistry and raw sensuality — from the second we saw each other — that made us gravitate to each other, like heavy planets, leaving their orbits for an irreversible collision.

That kiss! Your lips fitting so perfectly on mine, the taste of your mouth intoxicating me and sending me into a spiral, twirling around you until I was dizzy and completely lost in you. Your touch, the warmth of your skin on my skin, the touch of your fingers as you held my face between your two hands, pulling me closer, that was never close enough.

The way your body claimed mine, moving in perfect choreography, a beautiful dance of limbs entwined, stopping time for an endless moment to drown in our senses and in each other’s fragrance only to emerge aeons later to breathe each other to live. The weight of you pinning me down, the synchrony, the rhythm, the uniting of two bodies, the arching backs, the sighs, the moans, the magical, cosmical bliss, where words were lost and unnecessary. The way your hands moved exploring every inch of my body, making me shiver and tremble, making me call for air, making me die for your touch, and then reviving me so I can know what it feels like to be truly alive.

Sleeping with you, listening to the steady, deep, calming sound of your beating heart, burrowing me in your embrace, covered by your body like a warm blanket. Waking up to your breath on my neck, being lulled back to sleep by your whispering dark voice.

Feeling loved and desired… and being more of a woman than ever before in my life, because you made me feel appreciated and wanted and beautiful and perfect. Loving you for that night, without the promise of any further nights ever. Being high on each other, love, longing, lust — for the eternity of six hours only.

What were the odds?

I could have passed you by on the street, never knowing the perfection of our bodies together. You could have been too shy to ask to meet again. I could have refused it. My morals could have stopped me. I could have been too hurt or afraid to say yes. I could have decided differently. You could have decided differently. We could have missed each other.

But I didn’t. You didn’t. We didn’t.

We met — in a city of two million people. Far away from home. Against all odds.

How lucky we are to have had it all!

Being and staying in a relationship, choosing to be loyal, creating common goals don’t happen by chance, it’s hard work and it is a series of conscious choices. But meeting someone is luck, to connect with them is luck, the series of steps leading to being able to fall in love is luck.

None of the things that happened seemed probable before they happened. None of the things was similar to what I had imagined. I never imagined such perfection, such an immediate connection, such chemistry, such an immense feeling of being in love. It was all better, it was more perfect than perfect.

This is not a love story.

This is a story of a one-night stand that made me fall in love with a stranger who is thousands of miles away from me. Who has a different life, different lifestyle, different expectations from mine. Whom I might see again, or might not. With whom we might still have unfinished business, or we don’t.

But none of that matters.

Because we are beating all the odds already.