Beginings

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?