Every time I'm asked to tell the story of my life with my Soul Mate, I still to this day shake my head in amusement. I wonder if those who listen really believe it. It's been a long, strange road, and frankly I couldn't make up anything better if I tried.

I'd always known he'd be coming. When I was a little girl I often had dreams of being with this person with whom I was completely familiar on a higher level than the physical relationships around me. I knew he was out there somewhere, waiting for me as I waited for him. Even as a young child, I couldn't picture his face but I could feel his presence strongly. I was keenly aware of the magic between us waiting to happen. Years later, he confirmed that he had the same experience as a young boy.

You'd think that, after meeting the man of my Dreams - literally - in the cafe that day, we'd have gotten together right then. You'd think we'd fall into one another's arms and melt into the bliss of finding each other. Get married. Live happily ever after. End of story.

You'd think.