It was four years ago when a good friend of mine had asked if I could fill in for her slow-pitch team. Although I was hesitant and not to mention extremely lazy, I am forever grateful I said yes. Later that night to my surprise, I would meet the love of my life. After watching Steven play, I instantly joined the team and became a regular for Friday night slow-pitch. However, after months of playing together I was beginning to lose hope for my future husband. He was unquestionably funny and undoubtedly outgoing; just not with me. I started wondering if he genuinely just disliked me. With a bleak future, this massive crush was going no where. I decided to quit Friday nights and focus on having fun with friends instead. It wasn't until almost a year later, I was headed out for my lunch break when I saw the back of someone very familiar. I immediately rushed over to peep at who was once my pretend boyfriend. Gaining some measly courage I yelled "hey!" in hopes that he would remember who I was. As soon as he turned around the look of confusion crossed his face. After what felt like eternity - he finally recognized me. We began making small talk and he suggested I should rejoin the team and play with him again. After hearing exactly what I wanted to hear, it took everything in me not to squeal of happiness! My response had to be nonchalant and cool so I said, "I'll think about it." Sure enough, that very next Friday I was there ready to play! After the game ended, I decided to take matters into my own hands and ask him out.. Four years later I am here writing our story. This entire time I thought this love affair was completely one sided and all in my head when in reality, he was too shy to admit that he felt the same way.