best of surprising
We met each other through the college network on Facebook. One night, we talked about our favorite books. I mentioned mine was the “The Time Traveler’s Wife” and how I wish I could find a hardcover of it. A week later, I received a package. It was a limited edition hardcover of the book. We’d known each other only three weeks but I was already falling.
Postscript: It’ll be our two-year anniversary in ten days.
She was my sister’s friend whom I hadn’t seen in at least 15 years. We randomly reconnected through Facebook. While on Skype one night, we both fell asleep. In the middle of the night I woke up, it hit me and I whispered “I Love You” to her in her sleep.
Postscript: We’ve been seeing each other long-distance for a few months now. Thanks, Skype.
He’s the only boy I can remember meeting for the very first time.
Postscript: We flirted and were close friends for almost a year before he broke my trust. I didn’t think anything could hurt more, but not having him in my life is worse.
I was watching TV. He was next to me, doing his own thing and not really paying attention to the show. I laughed at something funny, and he looked at me and smiled back at me.
Postscript: It’s been five years, and I’ve watched way too much TV next to him.
We’re both weird, but not quite in the same ways. I was completely smitten from the first day I met him, only to discover he had married the love of his life the week earlier.
Postscript: We’ll never be lovers, but it’s been worth it just to know him.
It’s a funny thing, knowing when you’re in love. I still don’t recall the exact moment I knew. I can remember the night we talked about how if we were both single at the same time, we would get together just for the hell of it. Then every day after that I found myself hoping, wishing, praying for it to happen. I realised that I had in fact unknowingly loved her this whole time; I realized that I had never cared so much about a person. And it scared the hell out of me.
Postscript: We are still not together. I don’t know if we ever will be.
best of surprising
My father told me that he knew he loved my mother when he went to catch her throw up after a night of heavy drinking. After being convinced that that was what love was all about, I decided it wasn’t something I was willing to try. Years later, I found myself with a handful of boogers and a smile on my face. It wasn’t quite throw up, but frantic moment spent diving after that sneeze was enough to make me realize that I had found love.
Postscript: After two years, we’re still together and looking for an apartment.