For years we had just missed each other. We went to the same school and were in the same friend group. We were at so many gatherings together, including my 21st birthday which was a joint event. Steve even played footy right outside my Mum's house. I still wonder how many times I heard his voice across the oval. But the timing wasn't right. Almost as if the universe knew if we were going to be something amazing and it had to be perfect. The day we met was on a beautiful day in May 2016. Steve wasn't even meant to be there. Thankfully he called up Kelvin and asked him to catch up, to which Kelvin told him to come wine touring with us instead. I still thank my lucky stars that he did. Believe it or not we didn't spend much time together on the wine tour, we were in separate cars most of the day. One of the few memories I have of the day (copious wine tends to lead to memory loss) was jumping in the car that Steve was in, only to watch some of my drinks be stolen out of the other car. Like the gentleman he is, Steve offered me one of his drinks to make me feel better. He even passed me my handbag when we got to the next stop. Years later he is still such a gentleman. Fast forward a few weeks and I got a friend request pop up soon followed by a message. I was procrastinating from study and Steve was getting a tattoo. Pretty common occurrences for us back then. We talked all night and then again in the next morning, we just couldn't stop! It took me a solid week of talking and a few drinks of liquid courage to decide to finally meet up with him at 2am. He tried to teach me how to play snooker, which I still don't know. We talked all night long and finally at sunrise we shared our very first kiss. The rest is history.