Who would have thought I’d meet my soul mate in my English class? I walked into class and without realizing it, sat next him. At the end of the period, I asked him what the homework was and he said he would only tell me if he could have my number.
—Krissy
Postscript: We are still together three years later, and we couldn’t be happier. He’s the love of my life.
He said he knew he would end up marrying an Indian girl because he knew so many. Not wanting to meet his eyes for risk of embarrassment, I looked away, trying to ignore the voice telling me I could very well end up being that girl. Little did I know how right gut instinct was.
—Monica
Postscript: We’ve been together for three years and look forward to getting married in the near future.
I was in second grade and my boyfriend was in fifth grade together. I use to spend my time during recesses to continuously chase him around the playground of our elementary school. I would even just stand by him and just blush sometimes. Then when it came time for his class to come to my class for reading buddies he picked me to read to despite his lisp and his stutter. Sadly though, my parents made me switch school the next year. Luckily my sister stayed in touch with him.
—Chelsea
Postscript: Years later, he came to my sisters house for dinner to catch up. Needless to say that sparks were still there. We were both surprised to see how much we have grown up since our playground days. We have been together now for six months and we are happier than ever!
In 5th grade we dated for several months, but we were young and naive.
Fast forward. Senior year we had a class together, and we both were in longtime relationships. We talked all the time. They broke up, and we talked even more. When my boyfriend and I fought he was there, comforting me saying it would be OK, wiping my tears. Anything I needed, he was there in a second. After an entire year of be an amazing friend, my sad excuse for a man broke up with me, and I finally realized my amazing friend was the love of my life.
–Lindzu
Postscript: we’ve been together six months, and we are going to get married and be in love for the rest of our lives. He is my prince and makes me feel like a princess.
We were friends. He always could count on me as a last-minute date, and we would dance. At his brother’s wedding, it was the last song and we hadn’t danced yet. I said, “Don’t just stand there—dance with me.” The minute we started to dance I knew what it was like to dance on air.
—Maureen
Postscript: Marriage, kids, more dancing.
We went out for a walk and lay on the lawn looking through the branches of locust trees into the clear night sky. Neither of us wanted to say goodnight. Instead, we named the songs on the White Album. We sang off-key to our favorites, until the morning dew started to form on the grass, and he walked me home.
—Abbey
Postscript: Later he would tell me I was “really something.” I’d roll my eyes, smile, and say that song was off Abbey Road.
One day we went to the store and ran into an old friend and her 2-year-old. While the mom and I were catching up, he was laughing it up with the kid, playing with the toys on the shelf, and helping her practice her flying. Seeing him so happy and at ease with the child made me realize how amazing and loving he is, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with him.
—Michael
Postscript: Unfortunately, it didn’t last.
