I met her in high school. I fell for her around the third time we met, albeit for the wrong reasons (she was cute, talented, and bookwormish). I chased her for about four years--even caught her a couple of times
--but when she started college her mom encouraged her to (not joking here) "try to find someone better-looking."
I spent the next two years (last two of college, first two of law school) not giving her much of a thought--fell in love with someone else, lost my virginity to her, and thought I was going to marry her. But when I started law school we both took a step back and realized it wasn't meant to be.
The next two years I kind of went wild. Not "kind of." I was a flat-out lech and borderline alcoholic. Whenever I did see Stacy, I basically told myself I would never be good enough for her now--even when I saw glimmers that she thought differently.
This past summer I started cleaning myself up, facing my demons head-on, and getting back to basics with God. She saw the change. She got interested. I approached her
much more casually than before--even kept dating other girls at first. Then
she asked
me to make it "official." I did.
And here we are. She amazes me more and more every day with how much she's grown and continues to grow both in God and as a mate.