I got into a university far away, but neither of us could say goodbye. Every weekend for the following six months, he would bike 350 miles through one of the harshest and coldest winters recorded to see me.
—Lissy
Postscript: Now almost a year down the line, we live in the same city, and we’re very much in love. He still tells me he fell in love the moment he saw me.
I met him in college playing Super Mario Brothers with friends. He never even looked up at me. So I said “screw it.” Later that week, I went out to a club, where I ended up running back into “Mario.” (I never knew his name). It turns out he had noticed me and wanted to know everything about me. We left the club together and watched a late-night movie. That night I fell asleep wrapped in his arms.
— Princess Peach
Postscript: What I didn’t know that night was that four years later we would be married with two kids!
During my stay in Buenos Aires, he told me that he loved me after three short weeks. He didn’t speak any English, so I tried to explain to him he didn’t know how strong of a word he was using. A week later, when I went to visit his suburb, I realized that almost every day for the past few weeks, he had walked 20 minutes from his house, spent one hour on the train, and another hour on a bus, just to meet me in the city where I lived, not once mentioning the long journey it took to get there.
—Megan
Postscript: We have been apart for almost 6 months. Still madly in love with him, I am going back to Argentina in two months for another semester abroad. TKM [te quiero mucho].
Sitting on a park bench, we talked for hours about South African politics. Him, the bright Namibian law student with the scruffy beard. And me, the wide-eyed undergraduate who dreamed of saving the world. As our hands locked, two different worlds inevitably became one.
—Fleur Sauvage
Postscript: After dating for two months during my undergraduate study abroad program, we decided to stay together (despite the 8,000 miles that separated us). We are engaged to be married next summer.
We were of two different religions, and his parents were not accepting of my faith. He told them that he was going to marry me regardless of what they felt.
—Linda
Postscript: We have been married for 37 years, raised three children, and celebrate both religions in our home.
I had a very tough day while I was working as a counselor at a sleepaway camp. It was color war, so it was completely normal that my long-time friend happened to be dressed in a makeshift tiger costume. Seeing that I was crying, he came over, gave me a hug and used his tail to dry my eyes.
—Esmeralda
Postscript: We’re best friends. We live in different parts of the country now, but I’m still pretty much in love with him. I regard him as a long-term project.
My boyfriend from home and I were “on a break.” I was playing a drinking game in a field in Paris with other international students, flirting with a German boy. We found a club, and I ended up dancing with him. I couldn’t stop thinking about my boyfriend. It was an incredible longing to be with him, to feel his body against mine. No cute foreign boy was worth losing him.
—Marie
Postscript: I got mugged on the way home from the club. It was probably God’s way of warning me not to touch other people. That same night, my boyfriend and I ended our break and agreed to be exclusive. We’ve now been dating for more than a year, and I still can’t stop thinking about him.
