Her— I had been seeing this cute new boy around the college campus, but I had been trying to not fall in love with him before I knew anything about him. One day, I was practicing piano playing Erik Satie, an obscure French composer. Not many people could pick out his work, much less mention any of those pieces by name. I liked playing them because Erik Satie always wrote such interesting notes in his music such as "play victoriously," or "play like a mystery." When I was done practicing, I was rushing to get to class on time when that cute new boy stepped out of another practice room. He looked at me and said, "Were you playing Erik Satie's 2nd Gnossienne?" My heart stopped and I fell in love with him at that moment. As soon as I saw him, my heart whispered, "Oh, it's you," as if I had been expecting him to come along. And he was a cute boy who knew music! Later, I found out that Satie was one of his favorite composers! A couple of days after that I smuggled my way into playing pool with him, a game I don't like all that much, and we played for four hours talking about anything and everything. The rest is history. Him— On one of the first days of classes at this new school, I was heading to class (early, of course) when I heard music coming from a practice room near my class. I knew for sure the moment I heard it that it is Erik Satie, my favorite composer. I thought, “I have to know who else would know, and even be playing, Satie’s Gnossienne number two.” So I waited outside of the practice room, prepared to be very late for class if I had to. After a short time, the cutest girl I have ever seen comes out of the room, and I start to panic a bit. I managed to get out the question, “Were you playing Erik Satie’s Gnossienne number two?” (I am sure I pronounced that incorrectly…) She said yes, I remember that much at least, but the rest was a blur of emotion. I definitely do not remember learning anything in class that day. A few days later, I was invited to play a game of pool. I don’t mind playing pool, so I go. After a game or two, she walks in and starts talking to me. She asked to play pool with me, so we played eleven games of pool and talked about everything we could think of. I imagined marrying her even then. I skipped and danced and sang my way home that night, praising God for allowing me to meet such a wonderful and godly woman.