The Story of Us

There once was this wedding...

I was a bridesmaid.

He was a groomsman.

The bridesmaids and the groomsmen did not know each other. We were a group of strangers there to honor our best friends. The bride and groom really choose the best people to have in a bridal party. Not to toot our own horn, but we are all pretty awesome and we could not have gotten along better. No awkward moments for this group!

We all just danced and had a complete blast together. Innocent fun.

So, the wedding weekend ended.
I returned to Richmond, Virginia.
The groomsman who made me laugh returned to Roanoke, Virginia.
The new couple flew away on their honeymoon.

I was impulsive and asked the bride for said groomsman's phone number.
It did not take long before we were talking all of the time. 
 Only a couple hours apart, we started innocently spending time together. 
It only took a few months before we decided we had something special. 
I remember being at his apartment one day, getting ready for our date, 
when my older sister texted me. She said, "Are you in love with him?"
 I realized, to a shock to myself, I was.

The day he told me he loved me for the first timse,
 I replied---so he claims--"Ooh! My car is dirty!" 
(Have you noticed I don't respond to serious situations in the predicted manner?)

It has been 2 and 1/2 years since that wedding.
A lot has happened in that short amount of time--hello, cancer!--
but there's not a day that goes by that I regret
sending that text message.

He's my guy.

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