It is something Flemming and I have often spoken off. When we finally met at a friends house there had already been what seems like a million and one other chances for us to meet years before.
My aunt and uncle lived just a few streets away from where he grew up and since moved to a nearby village where Flemming was a boy scout with my cousin, frequently visited the small shop my aunt had. By some odd chance we ended up at different business schools although we could very well have ended up at the same. He later became the postman (or postal carrier or whatever the political correct term is) in my aunt’s neighborhood which let to quite a bit of joking once we started dating from my aunt which is what inspired me today where the Sunday Postcard Art theme is mail art.
We’ve always agreed that it was fate that didn’t have us meet until we did. We both had to be ready. Although he’s no longer a postman, he’s still the one that carries my heart around and I hope it’s a delivery he’ll never make.