My husband and I went to high school together. His locker was two or three down from mine and he was also friends with a lot of my friends (actually dated one for awhile). But we didn't date or anything. But the summer after graduation, we started getting closer. We where both going to schools far away from home and from each other, but on our Thanksgiving break we went on our first date. At one point, he just said "Want to make it official?" "Sure, why not?" We dated for over a year, but then he broke up with me because he was having trouble dealing with my depression and not being able to do anything about it. It took me months to get to the point where I could even think about dating another guy. And when I did finally get there and was dating someone new? He called out of the blue, drunk. The next day he called to apologize for calling me when he was drunk, that he wanted me back, and that he realized that I was worth it, etc etc etc. It took us another two years, at least, to get back on solid footing, all still long distance. But we both knew the other was the one, so through all the really, really, really bad times, we managed to stay together. And now we're so much stronger. We moved away from our families and started living together 3 years ago, got married last year. I think all the crap we went through and being long distance for so long, then moving to a place where neither of us knew anyone really helped us learn how to communicate. I do think it's funny we ended up together, though. I don't think anyone in our high school thought, "those two are perfect for each other. They're going to get married." Our names were rarely in the same sentence together. But whatever, we're happy and that's all that matters. Sorry that was so long and convoluted, but, like Trippin, that spans close to a decade.