Our Love Story
The first topic I get couples talking about when we meet is their love story. How did they find each other? What did they do for their first date? I learn so much about who they are from these stories. Isn’t it a bit unfair that I never have to be the one telling my love story? Not anymore…
The first time I saw Mike was from behind the cash at my past job. Mike had a backpacking trip in BC coming up and he needed hiking boots. He came up to my cash to buy them. I was immediately struck by his beautiful smile and could see true kindness beaming from his eyes. Just by looking at him I knew he was a sweetheart. True to my awkward self, I got super nervous and quietly finished his purchase without saying much of anything. As soon as he was out of the store I ran back to my friends in shoes asking “Who was that guy?!”
It was safe to assume I wouldn’t see him again. I’m so happy I was wrong. Swiping through Tinder like a single person does I suddenly recognized Mike! What were the chances of that?! I messaged him the whole story about how I saw him at my job and that I would love to grab a coffee. Crickets… I was like well screw Tinder anyways, it’s dumb! And I deleted the app.
Little did I know Mike was just pretty terrible about returning messages to anyone. About a day later Mike hunted me down on Facebook and sent me a reply. He didn’t remember me from the store but would love to meet.
Mike insisted that he pick me up at home for our date. Never before had a guy been chivalrous to me in that old-timey way. We went to Starbucks for a chat and then to Thickson’s Point for a walk. Our date came to a close after a few hours and Mike asked if we could see each other again the following weekend. I was into him and clearly, he felt the same. I was giddy!
Almost 4 years later we have a house and a fur baby. He makes my days so bright even when they’re not going my way. He has always believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself and pushes me to be the best I can. He puts up with the stress that sometimes turns into bitchiness but always forgives me. His unwavering kindness, understanding, and calm have me hoping that one day I’ll grow up to be just like him.
I love you 🙂
Ps. So, unfortunately, it seems like Mike and I don’t seem to get enough photos together. It seems to be I’m either taking a photo of him or he’s taking a photo of me. But there’s always two people in a photo, the maker and the subject. Take a look at these photos of us from our trip to Garibaldi Lake, British Columbia.
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