The next chapter in this story takes me to my room, cleaning it. I hadn't forgotten that girl from the room, hadn't forgotten the way she smiled as we talked, about how she looked away shyly every so often. But I had given up, I was leaving soon and I hadn't seen her in a while. So I gave up on ever finding her, on ever seeing her again. I saw her a few times since that fateful day we talked, but it had been a couple of days and I had seen no sign of her.

She however did not give up on finding me.

As I was cleaning my room I got a phone call from an acquaintance of mine asking me if I knew some girl, when I said that I didn't, he told me of this girl trying to find me, and only me, on Tinder, the dating app. Now I didn't have a Facebook, or a Tinder, or an Instagram or anything so I quickly made a Facebook so I could make a Tinder and when I got on the app, sure enough, there was the girl I had given up hope of ever finding. She hadn't given up on finding me though. So I told my acquaintance to give her my number as she was already talking to him about me and I swiped right... After that, nothing happened. At least not until the next day when I got her text. She had found me, and at the same time I had found her.

So where to start? How about the first time I saw her, standing there in the room. She looked so beautiful I couldn't stop looking at her. To this day I still say I was looking at her because she was looking at me. But who am I kidding, my eyes couldn't drink in enough of her. I had to keep glancing her way thinking, I should talk to her. So what the hell, I did. I caught her staring at me and I looked right back at her. And then I went over to her and her group and I said hello. That's where everything began I guess. Right there in a simple room full of people, that I had been in tons of times before. How could I expect what would come to happen next? How could I expect this story to be about the time I met my wife?