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What’s the story behind you’re relationship?

So I was just thinking over how my boyfriend and I met… and then I started wondering if our story is unique or not - how did you meet your current partner/bf/gf? ‘Cause behind every great love, there’s a great story :) (Big Fish)

Here’s mine.
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Someone once told me that if you want your dreams to come true, you just have to go to Disneyland. Whoever it was, he or she was wrong.
I spent six years at high school dreaming about that one boy who would stand near the drinks vending machine, chatting, joking and laughing with his friends. I was just too shy to talk to him. Whenever he came anywhere near me, I would blush. I never told my friends about my feelings for him, because well… He was one of those cute guys. Tall, dark hair, same eyes.. I was afraid that once I told anyone, he would know and my dream would be shattered.
After high school, we sometimes bumped into each other in town. Every time that happened, the same old feeling washed over me again. But it never occurred to me to step over and have a chat. No, he was just to…out of reach. When I saw him with other girls, I was jealous. And angry, because I couldn’t understand why I didn’t dare talk to him. After all, theoretically speaking, he was ‘just’ a boy. Normally, when I’d seen him somewhere, I would dream about him at night. Nothing special, he was just there. And I wondered why I couldn’t get over him. I have dated several guys, but he was always there, at the back of my mind.
Last week, even though I hadn’t heard from him or seen him since November, I dreamt about him, again. I woke up with a start, thought it over and I decided it was time to finally make a move. I didn’t know where he lived, I only knew his name, so I guessed at his email and… It was his! He sent me an email asking if I had gone to high school with him because he thought he knew who I was. So he added me on messenger, we chatted on Saturday, and on Sunday evening the strangest thing happened.
We were talking about high school and reminiscing the good old days, when he suddenly told me he was glad we had contact. I asked him why, but he didn’t answer me. There was an uncomfortable silence, and then he asked me whether I knew Whatshername. So I started feeling a bit sad, told him that I didn’t know her, and that he’d probably be very disappointed because I couldn’t give him her email address.
And than he simply said: “No, no it’s not that. But wait, I haven’t told you why I’m glad we finally get to meet each other. You see - and this will probably sound a bit silly - during high school, I had a major crush on you.”
What went through me at the moment when I read this, I simply cannot explain in words. But I’ll try anyway. I remember a shiver running down my spine, and a strange tickle in my stomach. After what seemed to be like an eternity, I managed to shake my hands over to the keyboard, and type “we could have been together for 10 years now…”
And we told each other about all the times we would’ve wanted to talk to each other. He even told me that he had been so jealous seeing me and one of my (ex)boyfriends walking down the street.
So today, all the feelings that were, are. All what was, is.
I find myself living in a double dream: mine and - for a change - his. We still haven’t met each other because I’m right in the middle of my end of year examination period… But I know that, when that moment comes, all demons of my love life’s past will have vanished.
Dreams do come true - sometimes you just have to chase them.

What’s the story behind you’re relationship?

So I was just thinking over how my boyfriend and I met… and then I started wondering if our story is unique or not - how did you meet your current partner/bf/gf? ‘Cause behind every great love, there’s a great story :) (The Notebook)

Here’s mine.
———-
Someone once told me that if you want your dreams to come true, you just have to go to Disneyland. Whoever it was, he or she was wrong.
I spent six years at high school dreaming about that one boy who would stand near the drinks vending machine, chatting, joking and laughing with his friends. I was just too shy to talk to him. Whenever he came anywhere near me, I would blush. I never told my friends about my feelings for him, because well… He was one of those cute guys. Tall, dark hair, same eyes.. I was afraid that once I told anyone, he would know and my dream would be shattered.
After high school, we sometimes bumped into each other in town. Every time that happened, the same old feeling washed over me again. But it never occurred to me to step over and have a chat. No, he was just to…out of reach. When I saw him with other girls, I was jealous. And angry, because I couldn’t understand why I didn’t dare talk to him. After all, theoretically speaking, he was ‘just’ a boy. Normally, when I’d seen him somewhere, I would dream about him at night. Nothing special, he was just there. And I wondered why I couldn’t get over him. I have dated several guys, but he was always there, at the back of my mind.
Last week, even though I hadn’t heard from him or seen him since November, I dreamt about him, again. I woke up with a start, thought it over and I decided it was time to finally make a move. I didn’t know where he lived, I only knew his name, so I guessed at his email and… It was his! He sent me an email asking if I had gone to high school with him because he thought he knew who I was. So he added me on messenger, we chatted on Saturday, and on Sunday evening the strangest thing happened.
We were talking about high school and reminiscing the good old days, when he suddenly told me he was glad we had contact. I asked him why, but he didn’t answer me. There was an uncomfortable silence, and then he asked me whether I knew Whatshername. So I started feeling a bit sad, told him that I didn’t know her, and that he’d probably be very disappointed because I couldn’t give him her email address.
And than he simply said: “No, no it’s not that. But wait, I haven’t told you why I’m glad we finally get to meet each other. You see - and this will probably sound a bit silly - during high school, I had a major crush on you.”
What went through me at the moment when I read this, I simply cannot explain in words. But I’ll try anyway. I remember a shiver running down my spine, and a strange tickle in my stomach. After what seemed to be like an eternity, I managed to shake my hands over to the keyboard, and type “we could have been together for 10 years now…”
And we told each other about all the times we would’ve wanted to talk to each other. He even told me that he had been so jealous seeing me and one of my (ex)boyfriends walking down the street.
So today, all the feelings that were, are. All what was, is.
I find myself living in a double dream: mine and - for a change - his. We still haven’t met each other because I’m right in the middle of my end of year examination period… But I know that, when that moment comes, all demons of my love life’s past will have vanished.
Dreams do come true - sometimes you just have to chase them.

What’s the story behind you’re relationship?

So I was just thinking over how my boyfriend and I met… and then I started wondering if our story is unique or not - how did you meet your current partner/bf/gf? ‘Cause behind every great love, there’s a great story :) (The Notebook)

Here’s mine.
———-
Someone once told me that if you want your dreams to come true, you just have to go to Disneyland. Whoever it was, he or she was wrong.
I spent six years at high school dreaming about that one boy who would stand near the drinks vending machine, chatting, joking and laughing with his friends. I was just too shy to talk to him. Whenever he came anywhere near me, I would blush. I never told my friends about my feelings for him, because well… He was one of those cute guys. Tall, dark hair, same eyes.. I was afraid that once I told anyone, he would know and my dream would be shattered.
After high school, we sometimes bumped into each other in town. Every time that happened, the same old feeling washed over me again. But it never occurred to me to step over and have a chat. No, he was just to…out of reach. When I saw him with other girls, I was jealous. And angry, because I couldn’t understand why I didn’t dare talk to him. After all, theoretically speaking, he was ‘just’ a boy. Normally, when I’d seen him somewhere, I would dream about him at night. Nothing special, he was just there. And I wondered why I couldn’t get over him. I have dated several guys, but he was always there, at the back of my mind.
Last week, even though I hadn’t heard from him or seen him since November, I dreamt about him, again. I woke up with a start, thought it over and I decided it was time to finally make a move. I didn’t know where he lived, I only knew his name, so I guessed at his email and… It was his! He sent me an email asking if I had gone to high school with him because he thought he knew who I was. So he added me on messenger, we chatted on Saturday, and on Sunday evening the strangest thing happened.
We were talking about high school and reminiscing the good old days, when he suddenly told me he was glad we had contact. I asked him why, but he didn’t answer me. There was an uncomfortable silence, and then he asked me whether I knew Whatshername. So I started feeling a bit sad, told him that I didn’t know her, and that he’d probably be very disappointed because I couldn’t give him her email address.
And than he simply said: “No, no it’s not that. But wait, I haven’t told you why I’m glad we finally get to meet each other. You see - and this will probably sound a bit silly - during high school, I had a major crush on you.”
What went through me at the moment when I read this, I simply cannot explain in words. But I’ll try anyway. I remember a shiver running down my spine, and a strange tickle in my stomach. After what seemed to be like an eternity, I managed to shake my hands over to the keyboard, and type “we could have been together for 10 years now…”
And we told each other about all the times we would’ve wanted to talk to each other. He even told me that he had been so jealous seeing me and one of my (ex)boyfriends walking down the street.
So today, all the feelings that were, are. All what was, is.
I find myself living in a double dream: mine and - for a change - his. We still haven’t met each other because I’m right in the middle of my end of year examination period… But I know that, when that moment comes, all demons of my love life’s past will have vanished.
Dreams do come true - sometimes you just have to chase them.

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update: [quote Fortitude]the moral of the story: don’t be afraid to take the opportunity if your safety precautions is not questionable and that your feelings within are real.[/quote]