We met on my parents back porch. He came over to hang out with his friends from high school, not knowing who I was. I was wearing a pink mu-mu, my hair had not been brushed in days, and I was wearing zero makeup. At the time extremely sick with seizures. I was not interested in guys, let alone some random UPS driver. For some reason, after seeing me at my worst, he continued to ask me out. I continued to say no and gave many excuses. Still to this day he says "NO" is my favorite word. One night I decided I would ride back roads with him, basically to get him to stop begging me. He stopped and said "I am not taking you home if you don't kiss me." I had to get home somehow. At the time we didn't really know what it was, we just knew that we could talk for hours and had fun together. The night before Mother's Day he came over for a Doyline Back Porch Night and we thought it was a secret. That night my mother, although she swears she didn't, sent me home with him, then invited him to Mother's Day Lunch with the family. He dropped me off the following day and mom met us in the driveway, not only to ask if he was going to lunch with us, but to ask if he wanted to move into their rent house next door. So we joke around that my mom basically pimped me out and I was the free gift after you make a purchase at Ulta. I planned to kick him out and move in the house in October. Things changed, by October we were living together. He is definitely more romantic, he said he loved me first, and I didn't really respond. I knew I loved him when he made me laugh until I cried, because I had not laughed in months. My love for him continued to grow after he handled my seizures like a pro. He was that stupid Prince Charming, I didn't know I wanted. We were each others sunshine in the darkest of times. He was, and still is the person I can just be around and feel at peace. When I am with him all problems disappear. God knew what he was doing when he placed us in each other's lives.