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.
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.
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.
Postscript: We’ve been hooked ever since.
One of my fraternity brothers was interested in her, and I promised him I wouldn’t interfere. Rather surreptitiously, I rationalized that as not initiating any romance with her. So when she started flirting, how could I resist?
Postscript: We’ve been dating for two years and three months, and we’re happier than ever. It took a while, but eventually the fraternity brother and I stopped exchanging feral glances—I think.
One night it was clear and snowing, and we went outside. After what I was expecting to be a nice walk in the snow, we came back freezing and soaked from the tackling and snowball fights. I realized how fun he was and that he wasn’t going to hold back from me.
Postscript: More than a year later, we’re still together and we still play in the snow.
He made me a mix CD for my birthday, the second of which we’d shared together. I don’t cry over sappy songs or romantic movies, but as I listened to this CD on my way home from work the next day I was sobbing hysterically.
Postscript: I look forward to spending the rest of my life with him 😉
When we were together, I felt like “I love you” would slip out of my mouth at any moment. I tried to hold myself back and wait for the perfect moment. Turned out, we didn’t need a perfect moment. We just said it one night while saying goodbye.
Postscript: We’ve been dating for four-and-a-half years, and we’re as happy as ever.