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The meeting.

 It was August 22nd 2018. On my other online diary (the one I don't post to anymore, but avidly posted in the beginning stages of Matthew and I) I just discovered that the day I met Matthew that I was in fact in a terrible mood. It was mainly to do with not feeling very good in myself and I was still mulling over whether upon going to the UK in my upcoming trip if I should at least visit that guy I used to sorta see for a coffee. My consensus was that I probably shouldn't. I finished the entry saying how I had to hurry to get ready as I had to go to a young adults events that night and had to eat my cauliflower cheese beforehand. Isn't it comical how I was so cavalier about the evening ahead of me not, not realizing that I was about to meet the absolute love of my love? One hour that day writing about nonsense and then another hour of that day meeting the one. I guess you never really know how quickly your life can change in just one evening. I was about to leave for the ev
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The love story of us

 I grew up burying my head is romance novels, Watching meet-cutes in the films, Looking on as other people found their happy endings, I lived and breathed hope in finding the one,  Years passed and there was no one to kiss under the mistletoe, Until I met him.  In my mind we have one of the greatest love stories I know. It contains love, hope, self-growth, overcoming hardships, long distance..many elements which make it to be a beautiful love story.  I don't want to forget even the little details. As time goes on it's only natural to forget some things but I want to remember them all. I want our children to read our love stories and I want us to read them when we're old and grey and can't remember what a life was like before each other.  So here goes the musings. Will have to think back a bit but it will be a fun memory jog.
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