I met you on a weekend.

Sophomore year.

We were in the same group and I couldn't place it but for some reason

I wanted to get to know you more.

We became friends that night.

I listened to your story and you listened to mine.

Shared a hug.

Shared a picture or two.

Shared a memory at most.

And I said goodbye to the cute boy with glasses for what I assumed to be forever.

Two years later.

You walked into the room.

You had changed...you got taller...older...braces gone, but glasses still.

I called to you across the room.

With only one seat open it happened to be next to mine.

Immediately I felt lame and insecure that I spotted you out and worried

If you would even remember who I was.

But you did. And you smiled. And I felt something new come over me.

Butterflies.

Definitely butterflies because they wouldn't go away.

I stayed close to you that weekend

For the fear of losing you again was worrying in my mind. I felt something.

I didn't want that something to go away. I liked you.

We caught up on the bus and I laughed the whole time.

People were catching on to my crush.

But I didn't mind because I was certain you would go away again.

This time for good. Senior year.

We texted at night. And caught up in the morning.

Shared a few hugs.

Shared a picture or more.

Made new memories at most.

Then I reluctantly said goodbye to the cute boy with glasses yet again.

But this goodbye was a promise of another time to see you. And

I. Couldn't. Wait.

Dat 1: Chicago

Who does that?

I couldn't believe I was spending the day in my favorite city

With the cute boy with glasses.

You showed me everything. We ate the best popcorn ever.

And layed down listening to Lolla in the background.

I wanted to kiss you. You held my hand.

We went inside the cultural center to explore and under that dome

I felt it again. I wanted to kiss you. Instead you brought me close for a warm embrace.

Date 2: Beach House

Again, who does this? But I had more than enough fun. We swam around

And pretended to surf the waves. We dug our toes in the sand.

We walked the shore, you took me in...and I knew. You kissed me.

Our first kiss. Watching the sunset in the beautiful summer air.

Date 3: My Small Town

You drove the 45 minutes away from the city and into the trees

To spend time with me yet again. We had our famous ice cream.

Walked our quaint downtown. Then we sat down in our plaza and looked at the stars.

Shared a bench.

Shared a kiss or two.

And then you asked me to be yours.

Of course I said yes. I wanted to be yours this whole time...and now you were mine.

You took me home that night and I knew we had something special.

I giggled all night like a little girl. All these months later and I 

Still remember how I first fell in love with you.

I love that God brought us together at that Catholic retreat

The summer before Sophomore year.

I'm so happy I saw you again at our next retreat those 2 years later.

I love our story. I love you. I love us.