Chandler and I both attended the University of Alabama. It was the night of Fat Tuesday and we both had the brilliant idea to head out to the strip to celebrate. Our paths crossed and Chandler approached me and introduced himself, in Spanish. At first I was caught of guard, but something about him stood out to me. He had this persona about him, he made me salsa dance with him and I was interested...until I found out he was a little younger than I thought. So that was that. But being the person that he is, he refused to let me forget about him. So one day, four years later, I finally agreed to meet up again. We hit it off and ever since then I strongly believe that somethings just take time and patience to flourish.