That first day, when I dropped by our friend’s house, I was certainly not expecting to meet the woman I’d spend the rest of my life with. When I came in, everyone was the middle of an exercise, and I sat quietly near the entrance, not wanting to interrupt. When they finished, one of our friends welcomed me and introduced me to a couple people that I hadn’t met yet. Megan was sitting on the edge of the sofa; her hands shyly cupping her chin.
Our introduction was extremely casual, almost dismissive to others in the room. To be honest, I’m not even sure she noticed me beyond a simple hello. On my end, there was an immediate familiarity, a relief that I have found a forgotten part of myself. Yes, I thought she was cute, but I was much more taken aback by this sense of recognition. All I could do when I saw her was stare at her face and feel at home.
I vaguely remember doing some other things while I was there, but that single moment of connecting eye to eye resonated in my being like the sweetness of mint in the early summer breeze. I knew then that somehow we would end up together.
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