three years ago this day.
we had all of our friends go to kneaders for breakfast.
he was a missionary, which meant no hugs, just a handshake.
still, i couldn't get over how darling he was.
but i knew it would never work out.
afterall, two years was a long time.
we've been dating for seven months and a day.
we drove up to my favorite spot.
he is the love of my life.
and we're getting married.
[story and pictures to come.]