Alicia was the only woman I have ever truly loved in my entire life. We met while we were foreign students at California State University Long Beach in the beginning of the 1990’s. Born and raised in Paris, Alicia went to the States to study Philosophy. Since she could only work on campus, she applied for a full-time job as an English instructor for a program for foreign students who came to visit California for the summer. Facing the same limitations to find a job for being Brazilian, I had also applied to work in the same summer program. We taught English in the morning and accompanied the foreign students in their afternoon and evening activities as local tour guides; in other words, Alicia and I ended up spending the months of June, July and August of 1992, virtually 24 hours a day together. And the more time we spent together, the more we realized how much in synch we were with each other. We had the same goals, the same values, the same views in life. For people who believe in reincarnation, we were soul mates, for sure.
After the summer program ended, we decided to share the same apartment building right across from the university, and we lived together until the end of 1996, when both our green card applications had been turned down by the American government. Unlike couples who break up for incompatibility reasons, we were being split by outside forces. The problem is that Alicia wasn’t willing to give up on her life in Paris to come live with me here in Brazil, just like I wasn’t willing to restart my life in a country where I would take the risk of not being able to get my green card again. Besides, I spoke no French, and she spoke no Portuguese. So we decided to part our ways even though we still loved each other very much. I was going out of my mind on the day Alicia left for France at the Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). I knew in my heart that we would never see each other again, a promise that I have kept to myself until today. But I also knew for a fact at that moment that no matter what happened in our lives from that day on, I would always love her until my dying day.
Rick how sad you story is…Have you never met her again? Or even called her? I could feel how your fellings were at the moment she went to Paris. I can not imagine how would be living far away from may husbund. Actualy I can´t imagine the probability of not seeing him again in my entire life. I think I would cry the rest of my life…
Hello Rick, what a sad story!! I expect that it´s not true!