Serendipity is one of those movies that most people love to hate…

…but that is only because we have become too jaded to believe that a string of romantically-enabling ‘coincidences’ can ever happen. So, when it just so happens that the Hollywood Kiss with Transformer would not be the last time I would see him, my disposition on serendipity and the cosmos may be turning around. Just as I had thought that we had said our goodbyes, and I was obviously handling it well enough with tear-soaked pillows, fate lends a helping hand.

Being a keener, I decided to pack everything a day before my trip back home; to be honest, it was because I had planned to take the Saturday afternoon train, but changed it to the next day. As I prepared to brood over Transformer’s departure, I was simply wishing him a safe drive back to NYC-Lite, when he suddenly informs me that he was taking the train. To add insult to injury, he was taking the same train I had just cancelled. Now I am not one to try and read too much into signs, but this strange coincidence was simply much too convenient. So, it should come to no surprise that the moment he asked me to join him, I was hailing a cab in a heartbeat (the bags were already packed anyway). Never have I had such a comfortable and shorter train ride, even if not much was said in words, because his actions (both conscious and unconscious) spoke enough for me to understand.

Unlike in the movie (Serendipity), wherein you wanted the string of coincidences to finally end so they could be together, I could not get enough of our coincidences because it felt like the link between Transformer and me. As long as we had our coincidental meetings, we were at least still able to be in each other’s company. Alas, now that he is officially out of the country and away for the summer, I am left brooding. The strangest things remind me of our time together: sugar spilt on the counter, a familiar song we danced to, the scent of black tea, even just stepping into a coffee shop is too much. Despite everybody else’s assurances that there is nothing but good to take away from this experience, I still wind up in fits of tears because I truly want more of him – of us. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful for it all, but I end up asking myself, “Is that all there is?”

I realize that within the month that I have known Transformer – that’s right, it has been a month since our first date – I have experienced a whole slew of things that I thought I would never encounter, much less with the same man. I actually felt feelings that I never knew existed until now. I cry when I remember him, because I am both happy and sad – happy for what has happened and what may come, and sad for the worst that may come. It would be easy to say that these observations are merely a result of my own over-thinking, but when some church ladies approach me and remark that I look great, or even glowing, there is clearly credit due to my relationship with Transformer. So here I am, at an impasse, attempting to decide which path to take in dealing with my emotions. But, to be honest, I already know that the answer is simply to take it for what it is: one of the best pick-me ups from the rut of bad relationships past.

At last, that Saturday afternoon at 6 pm, in the grand Union Station, we said our final and long-winded goodbyes, for what may be a long summer. And I know that if it really is meant to be something more, then we will find our way back to our nooks. Even if that is all there is, he has shaken me up and out of spinsterhood, because he let me feel what I deserve to feel - adoration and respect. So here’s looking at you, kid.... we’ll always have... Lambton.