We were right outside Tel Aviv. I had known him briefly from Philadelphia, where he’d been a teacher at a nearby high school.
– Sarah
Postscript: When he pulled up to the curb and strode off his motorcycle, helmet in hand, I fell for him pretty hard.
We were just friends, but I was always kinda into him & recently those feelings were getting more intense. Then, at a bookstore one day, he called to me from down the aisle, “Hey! Darling! What book is that?” My heart jumped, flipped, froze and melted.
– Ronni
Postscript: He can call me that anytime.
It was the end of high school. She’d been my crush for two years, the object of so many furtive glances. My every move toward her was planned, prioritized, considered, debated. We’d become friends; if not close, then trusting. In the final week of school, I tossed deliberation to the winds and asked her out.
— Dan
Postscript: We dated for five, heady months before the separation of college drove us apart.
I was driving the groom into the church parking lot when I saw her. She was hauling this ridiculously huge green Victorian costume she had to wear as bridesmaid out of her compact car. It was like an ant carrying a grape. The groom knew something was up when I fell dead silent in mid-sentence…and stayed silent.
–Irresponsible Uncle Billy
Postscript: Ten years later I was driving the cakes to our own wedding.
It was a Friday after work and we went out for famous chicken burritos. I am a practicing Catholic, and remembered it was Lent and I should not be eating meat on Fridays. I quietly said to myself, “oh no it’s Friday.” I didn’t even think he heard me. He did, and immediately spit out his food. I didn’t realize exactly how much my religion meant to me, but having someone share that connection made me realize we had a bond that was deeper than I thought.
—Elena
Postscript: We have been married for 23 years.
When I was 14, I was devastated when my boyfriend of two months broke up with me for another girl. Upon the break up, his best friend continued to befriend me. Although I dated multiple boys through high school, the two of us hung out every weekend and he was always there for me. He would take me out on dates, tell me I was beautiful, and we would tell everyone that we were getting married (mainly a joke at the time.) But a point came when I knew I loved him. He was the only boy that I had ever been able to rely on, I told him that I wanted to be with him and two days later he hung a huge sign on a watch tower that said “Will you be my girlfriend?” I knew at that point that I couldn’t be any happier than being with my best friend.
—Deb
Post script: We have been dating for two and a half years and are going strong
We become friends at work even though we did not have much in common. He was disciplined, orderly and worked everything through with quiet reserve. I worked like a tornado went through and took “walking talking” breaks. But, I knew he was a good person with a soft heart. Not being the guy for me, I was determined to introduce him to girlfriends, thinking any of them would make a wonderful girlfriend. After several failed attempts—every woman introduced was not his “type.” He finally told me that he was only humoring me because he wanted to spend time with me.
—Ana
Postscript: We were different but we shared morals and values. That’s what brought us together and what has kept us together.
