Some of us meet "that one person", and we spend the rest of our lives madly and passionately wanting them.
For me her name was Niyati. We met when we were in the eighth grade. I was 13. She was very tall, with long dark hair, a small frame, and a voice that made my heart tremble every time I heard it. I concluded that she was totally out of my league, so I never gave her any indication of how I felt.
Then I spent the next three decades and more unable to get her out of my head and my dreams. I was born to love her.