Amid my efforts to compose myself the best I could, I heard a familiar sound. It was the coo of a dove. The white bird flew overhead, and it landed a few feet away from me on a shrub. I beckoned it to come closer, and slowly, it did. “Hello again,â€? I breathed, a part of me wondering if I was still dreaming. I lightly pinched myself. No, I was truly awake. I stared into the dove’s shining eyes and felt its gaze upon me.
After a moment or so, I noticed that the bird was carrying a little white paper in its beak. “What do you have there?â€? I asked the dove softly. Presently, it dropped the rolled up paper. “Thank you,â€? I whispered. “You knew right where to find me.â€? Once again, I looked up at the sky, as to say hello to God. I carefully unrolled the tiny paper, and it revealed to be a message written in typed black letters.

“If you love someone, then you have to be willing to let them go. And if it is true love, then they will come back to you.â€?