Oh, that was sweet.

I'll share a love story. It's a little bit odd, but it felt magical at the time. When I was in art school, I was working late in my studio. A friend came by and wanted me to go for coffee. She thought I had been working too much... and I probably was because I was trying to get over a recent break-up.

So, we went to a coffee shop and there was a man at the next table. I noticed him... noticed he was writing something and looked sad and kind of tired. I didn't think much about it at the time. The next morning, I woke up and knew I had dreamed about him. I couldn't remember the dream, but I couldn't get him out of my mind. I had no idea who he was, but for some reason, I desperately wanted to see him again.

Over the next few months, I started seeing him... from far away, on the street, etc. ... on almost a weekly basis. I felt drawn to him and I didn't know why. It made me feel like I was going crazy. I didn't even know his name or anything about him.

One night, my flatmate suggested we go see a friend's band play at a bar. She told me he had an amazing new guitar player whose playing would totally blow me away. So, I went and the guitar player was THE MAN that I had dreamed about and couldn't stop thinking about. We met that night. It turned out we had gone to the same small university at the same time years earlier but never met. We hit it off instantly... felt like we had known each other forever. We fell in love and were together for 7 years.... and we felt like fate had brought us together.

When we broke up, at first I felt like fate had played a cruel trick on us and left us both broken-hearted. I was wrong, though. Over time, our hearts healed and we have been best friends for nearly 10 years. I love him dearly. He is one of the most important people in my life. The nature of our love changed, but it's still a story of love.