Love is like finding the perfect pair of shoes. When I met my husband, it was like finding a pair of shoes that were so comfortable, strong and beautiful; I knew I would walk in them forever.
Postscript: We’ve been walking together ever since.
We had plans to go out, but I got a really bad cold and had to cancel. He called to see how I was feeling and said he was out running errands. About five minutes after we hung up, the doorman called and said I had a package. I found a care package of chicken noodle soup, orange juice, cough drops and a beautiful sunflower plant.
Postscript: I was so touched because he was so thoughtful and he didn’t even know if I liked him. We started dating and got engaged five months later.
It just so happened the other six people we were supposed to meet on the train platform to go to a movie never showed up (not a date). The train moved three blocks and then shut down. While it was stalled, we chatted with a bum: bottle in a bag, week-old beard. “How long you two been together?” “Oh, no, we’re not dating.” He took a swig. “Uh-huh.” Then, confidingly, to the boy: “You stick with her, my man; that’s the one you gonna marry.”
Postscript: We were together nine years before we got married six years ago. Two kids. We still take the train to movies.
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.
Postscript: Marriage, kids, more dancing.
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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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
Postscript: We’ve been together for three years and look forward to getting married in the near future.