Alright, let’s rewind to the good old days of yesteryear. Picture this: we met through friends, but she was all wrapped up with another guy. Their relationship was like a soap opera, full of drama and cliffhangers, yet they were still hanging in there. Meanwhile, I was knee-deep in my own mess—about to be slapped with house arrest and fighting off the urge to set up a home office in a tiny cell. So, love was not exactly on my to-do list.
Then, one sunny summer day, her, her drama-filled boyfriend, and a couple of their pals decided to crash at my place. My apartment building boasted a pool, and with temperatures rising like a hot pizza oven, it was pool party central. Cue the scene: a guy and a girl, both in swimsuits, bobbing around in the pool like two overly flirtatious rubber ducks.
Naturally, when you throw people together in a pool, you can’t just expect them to talk about the weather. So, somewhere between the cannonballs and poolside gossip, sparks flew. I’m still not sure who mentioned what or when, but before I knew it, we were on a date. It’s like the universe decided to hit the fast-forward button on our lives.
In the beginning, things were fantastic. We found out we had so much in common—it was like discovering that my long-lost twin had been living under a different name and swimming in the same pool all along.
that was us in the beginning, the earliest photo I have
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