My love story

I met Husband in high school. I remember the exact moment. I went to a fairly large high school, and being the huge nerd I am, I didn’t have any classes with him. I had actually heard about him from a friend who had a crush on him. She really wanted me to meet him, so she invited our group friends for a movie night, and invited him too. At lunch, we decided to go to the movies instead, and since I was the only one who could drive at the time, I volunteered to drive us to the movies. After school, I waited for my friends in the main hallway. And there Husband comes dancing down the hallway. He came right up to me and hugged me and started talking to me like we’ve known each other our whole life. Listen, I didn’t used to believe in love at first sight. & if you would asked me right after I met him if I was in love with him, I would’ve laughed at you. But the second he spoke to me, I felt this warmth in my heart. I felt, what I could only describe at the time as an intense feeling of happiness. One that would reappear whenever he was around, and fade when he left. I remember my mom asked me what I liked about him, and I know she was asking me to describe him, but all I could say was “he makes me happy.” That happiness was love. It was like, before I knew him, my soul knew him. Like my body chose him before my brain could.

Anyway. We went to the movies. And he flirted me the entire time, and I tried my best to ignore his flirting the entire time, because my friend had a crush on him. Apparently, immediately during the movie, he asked my friend if I was single. She lied and said I wasn’t. In the class my friend had with him, he used ask about me. He, too, knew he found his soulmate. At 17 years old, he told my friends, “you’ll see, one day I’ll marry that girl.” We went on a few dates in high school, but nothing ever came from it. Our cultures are very different. And I wasn’t really allowed to date. But we became friends. I even switched electives senior year to take a class with him. High school came and went and even though we drifted apart, we still had a connection. I’d get a text or a phone call or a snapchat every once in a while from him, and I’d feel that connection. It was like, the timing was always off for us. Until one day, we went out together. And that was it. The feeling I had when I was with him. It was like, holy shit how can someone be that perfect?! How did we wait this long?! And that same day, I met his entire family, and he met mine. His sister asked us if we were going to run away together, because she could see the connection. We were attached at the hip. School, work, then every single day together. I would count the moments until we could be together. I was trapped inside a fairytale, and I never wanted to leave. My perfect husband. I met him over 10 years again. Started dating him 7 years ago. And we had our fairytale themed wedding almost 2 years ago. He is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.