We met on a date. But we weren't with each other. I was with his roommate, and he was with his girlfriend at the time. How convenient. :)
We became good friends. The thought of dating him never even crossed my mind. He already had a girlfriend, and he was shorter than me (or so I thought).
After a few months, his relationship with the other girl ended. I told him I was sorry. We stayed friends.
A few months later and a few failed attempts at setting me up with some of his friends (ha ha), he finally asked me out. But just as friends, he assured me. So I said yes.
And the whirlwind began.
A few awesome dates later, I found myself in front of the mirror.
"You like him, don't you?" I was saying to my reflection. "What the crap, Jessica? Where did this come from?"
But even as I scolded myself for suddenly having feelings for a guy I'd been convinced would only ever be a friend, I couldn't wipe the goofy grin from my face.
I set my jaw. "I'm going to do this."
So I did.
Turns out, he was taller than me. By about half an inch.
And I fell for him. Hard.
It has been an incredible ride so far. He's my absolute best friend in the entire world. I adore him with everything I am.
With him, I laugh every single day. I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. I can be more myself than I ever had with anyone else.
Sometimes love comes when you least expect it. And sometimes it's better than anything you'd ever imagined.
And then he asked me to marry him.
It has been the craziest ride of my life. I love him more than anything, and I can't wait for eternity.
What a crazy, goofy, silly, sweet, attractive, adorable, wonderful guy.
And guess what, guys?
He's all mine. :)
You can check out the proposal story HERE or read about when I finally realized how much I really loved him HERE.
What's your love story?