They met at a wedding.
She was with a date.
He wasn't.
They drank. Too much?
They avoided each other. Then "hugged it out."
She found him on Myspace.
He told her to text.
She did.
He spent the next few days warning her that things with "the date" wouldn't work out.
It wasn't until he said "he's an idiot for not wanting to put a ring on your finger" that she knew it wouldn't work out.
Because she knew he was the one.
They fell for each other - through texts. Only.
She left for China.
He sent her messages.
She sent them back.
They fell even harder.
She came home.
They knew it was right.
He said "lovesss!"
She said "i love you."
He said it back.
They went to dinner.
They went to funerals.
They did Christmas and birthdays.
They broke up.
She made mistakes. Then came back.
They got back together.
They went to Europe.
She loves Paris.
They stood at the Eiffel Tower.
He got on one knee.
She said yes.
They came home.
They bought a house.
And a dog.
That's their story.
And this is what happened next...
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