Keith and I met at a fraternity social during our junior year at Louisiana Tech University. We said hi and exchanged a few shy glances until a mutual friend encouraged him to come talk to me. We spent the rest of the night chatting and finding excuses to be around each other! We dated briefly that year but ultimately went our separate ways. We remained friends and would periodically check in on one another through our mutual friends (very discreetly, of course). I never had a peace about our break up, but I never voiced those feelings. Keith never said anything either out of respect for me and what he thought I "wanted." Fast forward 5 years: We've both finished graduate school, started our careers, and dated other people. (The last time we spoke was May of 2017 when we ran into each other after graduation.) I couldn't figure out why it still bothered me. Why was Keith still such a huge "what if” in my heart and mind? After months of prayer (and overthinking), I finally figured out what I wanted: I wanted to know that he was happy. If he was happy, I could be happy. But also...if he was single, we could totally go on a date! On a whim, I decided to message him. (I literally turned my phone off after pressing send—we've all been there.) When I turned it back on, he had messaged back! It started off as small talk and progressed from there. We both knew pretty quickly that we wanted to date again. Keith flew to Louisiana one weekend last spring, and I met up with him and some college friends for dinner. We hadn't seen each other in years, but the entire weekend felt like we hadn't missed a beat! Needless to say, I'm extremely thankful that my "what if" gets to be my "I do."