Starting story

Breath taking, handsome, kind, passionate, sociable, are just a few words I can say to describe my husband of three years. I first meet him ten years ago when I was 11 years old, he was 13. I found him ignorant, selfish, and rude at first. After a few years, when I was a freshmen and he was a junior, we started talking. At first we were good friends and no one even seemed to notice how much time we were together. We’d go to lunch together, go to football parties (he was on the team) and even went on vacations together. I guess you could say we were dating but it was never official. Until December of his senior year. We were walking down the hall to my 3rd hour, when he stopped in the middle of the hall. I thought maybe he had to talk to someone so I waited. He took off his lettermen jacket and draped it on my shoulders. I couldn’t breath. All eyes were on me. Everyone knows he’s never had a serious girlfriend, so everyone was stunned. I turned to him and gave him a huge kiss. Everyone awed at us. We blushed and continued walking down the hall. After that I couldn’t stop smiling. Three months later we were at a restaurant for Valentines Day when he purposed. Of course I said yes, that’s kind of obvious. A few months later we married….