The summer I was 19, I was preparing for my second year in college. I had a lot of acquaintances, most of them guys, and I had a few close friends who were also guys. I could count on one hand how many dates I had been on. I wouldn't even need the whole hand. I was pretty sure I would never meet "the one." Guys just didn't seem interested in me in that way.
If, at that time, you had told me I was two short months away from meeting my soulmate, I would have rolled my eyes and said, "sure." And yet here we are, 22 years later, celebrating 19 years of married life. It still feels like this is only the beginning.
Those of you who are interested can read my "How we met" story here:
An Incredible Story of Faith, Rebellion and Falling in Love: Part 1
Honey, you are the Happily in my Ever After. As you wish.