The early morning sun shines through the gaps in the curtains in the cosy cabin. I was enjoying this rare moment of calm when suddenly the doorbell rang, shattering the peace. It was him, my former partner, standing in the doorway, with a hint of embarrassment and anticipation. There was an indescribable inertia in his eyes, as if time had flown back to the days when we walked side by side.
"I need your help. There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, as if something had been bothering him for a long time. The face that was once familiar is now full of helplessness. He said he needed my help with something, and that only I could fulfill his request.
Although our past is a thing of the past, the years we spent together are like a book that cannot be opened. I know he's not someone to betray people easily, especially me, his ex-wife. I looked at him, the man who had been with me through thick and thin, and a mixed emotion welled up in my heart.
"Tell me what's going on?" I finally asked. Although vows have been passed away by the wind, the emotional bonds between people are not so easy to break.
He looked at me with indescribable gratitude in his eyes. He said his company was in trouble, a crisis that affected its future. He had a crucial decision to make, and that decision needed my help.
I sighed in my heart, is this the arrangement of fate? Each of us has a new life, but because of a sudden storm, we meet again on this street corner. I agreed to him, not only because he was a part of my life, but also because at that moment I saw his desire for the future and respect for the past.
We sat down and started discussing the problem and looking for a solution. The outside world continues, with vehicles and busy people driving by, but in this small space, two once closest people are working towards a common goal.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. There are no quarrels and misunderstandings in our conversations, only analysis of problems and planning for the future. I know that this kind of scenario, this kind of cooperation, can only happen between us.
When all the discussion was over, he got up and prepared to leave. He said "thank you" to me, and that thank you contained too much emotion. I nodded and said nothing. He turned and walked out the door, disappearing into the sunlight.
I sat there quietly, with mixed feelings. I know that today's meeting may become another cherished memory in our memory. We may not have this kind of intersection again, but at least in this moment we have each found the strength to let go and move on.
Life always surprises or challenges us inadvertently. I don't know what the future holds, but I know I'm going to be brave enough to face whatever happens. Like today, when I was faced with my ex-husband's request, I didn't back down and decided to help. Because I believe that every encounter and parting is a gift that life gives us.