I broke up with my then-boyfriend, who wrote about his feelings on his LiveJournal. A guy I barely knew read it and sent me a message on instant messenger asking if I wanted to go out sometime. We went to see The Incredibles. I thought I was going on a rebound date, but he was so easy to love that just a few weeks later, I realized I was going to marry him.
—Alison
Postscript: We’ve been married two years now, and he’s become even easier to love.
I was 13 at a summer camp in the woods. It was at the talent show in an amphitheater alight from a bonfire. Just 12, slim and comely, she sang “Send in the Clowns,” and I died for my longing. Somehow I met her that night. The whole week I tried to arrange it so we could be alone. And finally I got my first kiss. I’d see her one week a year until we grew too old for camp. There were other attempts to see her afterward, but she usually had a boyfriend.
—Max
Postscript: I never was right for her anyhow.
He’d had a hopeless crush for many months on my best friend, who was not interested. When that friend went to New Zealand to meet up with her Internet boyfriend, the two of us were left behind and decided to form a “support group” for missing her. Somewhere between Star Wars Trivial Pursuit and red wine, we forgot all about her.
—Shelley
Postscript: We’ve been together ever since. That was more than six years ago!
It was an unusually hot day in February, and we went to the lake to shoot photographs. Later while getting snacks at a corner store, she told me that people like the way we look together. And thus began her routine of saying exactly what I am thinking.
—Mario
Postscript: She still says exactly what’s on my mind.
At her place, we discussed some of her religious decorations, such as her fascination with Hinduism and her inordinate knowledge of religion. I had just been to a Hindu place of worship the day before and know way too much about religion. We were hooked.
—Matt
Postscript: We’ve been hooked ever since.
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.
—Stacy
Postscript: It’s been five years, and I’ve watched way too much TV next to him.
He’s the only boy I can remember meeting for the very first time.
—Ursula
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.
