In Japanese myth, the god of marriage is known as Gekka-0. It is believed that he binds the feet of lovers together with a thread made of red silk. A tie that binds and can never be broken. No matter the distance, no matter the time that has passed.....
A few weeks into to college I was walking to the cafeteria with a friend. Halfway there, she ran into a guy she knew from one of her classes. He had another friend with him and I remember what struck me most about these two was that one did all the talking while the other kinda stood off to the side. Such a contrast that made me want to draw him out. Made me want to get to know him. Made me want to understand him.
Slowly, awkwardly a friendship developed. A lot of what we did together revolved around studying. I would help with his English and he would help with my math. Occasionally, we would go bowling or out to eat, but always in a group. It seemed to be easier for him that way and so I didn't push it.
One day, he surprised me by asking me to go to dinner with him, just the two of us. We talked and ate and talked and ate and talked some more. The more I learned about this guy, the more I wanted to learn. The more I learned, the more I liked him.
I knew that he would be leaving the States after graduation, but that didn't stop me from telling him how I felt. He felt that it wouldn't be fair to start something with so little time left and heartbroken I agreed.
The story could have ended there, but our lives were already connected by a thread made of silk. The red, silk thread of fate. The red, silk thread of destiny.
Four years later with a college degree in youth and human services, I headed to Japan to teach English. I knew how to reach him, I knew where he was, but something in me hesitated. In the time that had elapsed, so much could have changed.
For my own piece of mind I decided the least I could do was call. I called. One talk turned into weekly calls which turned into to nightly calls that I looked forward to more than anything. I went to visit him, he came to visit me and the feelings re-surfaced. I was head over heels, but a little gun shy having been turned down.
For some reason, it was important for me to hear him say what we were both feeling first. I had to wait for him to come to me, for him to be ready. Finally, the words I had been longing to hear were said. Finally, I could feel it all falling into place. The red, silk thread had been pulled and stretched and almost broken but it was still there.
We were married on April 28, 2002 in the United States and had a reception in Japan in July of the same year.
One day, not long after we had gotten married my FIL asked me why I had come to Japan. Without hesitating, I answered, "Because of a red, silk thread."
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