I met my boyfriend from the guy I was seeing who went to another school. We were on the phone together speaking in mandarin where that’s when we first clicked. Later that night, I Myspaced him thanking him for the advice he had given me about telling his friend that I was no longer interested in him. We then talked on AIM for a couple of hours discovering that we had a lot in common. When he had to go, he sent me his phone number so I called him and talked for a couple of hours more.
We decided to meet up for our first date. I was 16 (sophomore) and he was 18 (senior). I was VERY nervous at first, only because I was intimidated by his looks. We were both extremely attracted to each other. He got a bit annoyed and pissed off after a while, so I opened up. I remember years back, I drew a picture of my “dream guy” in class. I swear the picture was a complete replica of this guy. We ended up at The Block in Orange where coincidently, the guy I was seeing saw us sitting down. His expression was as if he saw a ghost. We had to explain our situation and we were hoping that he’d be okay with us being together.
A month later, he popped the question! He asked me out in his friend’s car while he was totally buzzed and almost passing out with a pink carnation in his hand. I thought it was the cutest thing. Our first kiss was at a pool hall outside. After kissing him on the cheek, he took my face and we had our amazing moment. Then I knew that this is something special.
Back in the day, we would Xanga our dates and comment on each other’s page. Then Friendster came along etc… 2 years past, his best friend confronted me and told me he was cheating on me. I believed him and it was a horrible break up. At the time I was vulnerable and foolish. His best friend pursued me and I gave in. I guess we’ve always had a thing for one another from all the hang outs we’ve had. In the period of 2 months, he would try to contact me nonstop. Begging me to forgive him and give him another chance. I ignored his phone calls, text messages and insanity. He told me it was the worst 2 months of his life. He was so depressed that he’d cry until he threw up. He couldn’t go out nor could he speak to his family.
On the train to San Diego, he called to tell me that it was time for him to move on. I was happy for him and yet threatened because he would no longer give me the attention that I was receiving. I was on the way to see another guy when it hit me. I had to go back to him. It was obvious that he was better looking than the guy I was about to see. So after a weekend in San Diego, I discovered that my life had taken a sudden turn. We were once again together.
After many break ups and roller coaster rides, we are happily together for 7 years & 3 months. It would take days to explain all the miracles and tragedies that we’ve gone through. But what doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger. I can say that we share the same love The Notebook shares. At our 7th Anniversary, we decided to move in together in an apartment. That weekend, we attended a wedding where I caught the bouquet and he caught the garter. Was it fate? Is it written? Can it be our destiny? I don’t know. All in all, I truly, deeply love him.

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