It's just happening.
I arrived at Piccadilly Circus a couple minutes ahead of our 7pm rendezvous.It was Friday the 3rd of January and we had been exchanging messages for just a few days over New Years before scheduling our first date."Hey. I'm on the side where there's some construction. And the dodgy little ticket sales stall if you know it."I saw her through the crowd, striding confidently towards me, shaking her head with a big grin on her face. As we met she quickly deployed her wit to highlight the multiple other ticket stalls dotted around Piccadilly, remarking that I had probably picked the busiest meeting spot in all of London. The banter was instantaneous. We naturally linked arms, as if we'd done this all in a dozen other lifetimes together already, and began our short walk to the restaurant.We sat at the corner table and ordered dishes to share. It felt like there was so much to talk about, and we were both hungry to learn more about one another.As our starter arrived and we were getting settled into the date, I had to let her know about a policy I recently instated."Look just so you know, following a really bad date, I now have a strict ‘one hour maximum’ rule to first encounters."That was when I discovered what a great laugh she has.We debated the etiquette of romance and competed on bad date stories while nibbling away at our plate of battered whitebait. We blew past the one hour rule.I noticed she held her wine glass in an elegant way, and complimented her on her beautiful hands. She quipped back that I'm handsome.Soon we began going deeper, exchanging past experiences, sharing memories and stories from our childhoods. We spoke about family and about values. I asked about her purpose, and I shared mine. She asked about the worst mistakes I've made, and she shared hers. We spoke about our fears, our heartbreaks, what we learned in our 20s, how we discovered ourselves, and of course - our beloved pets.There was a distinct moment it dawned on us that despite growing up on completely different corners of the globe, we have an extraordinary amount in common. Not superficial things, but deep and meaningful things - the type that shaped our character, our world view, and what we both wanted out of life.And then suddenly, we stopped talking, as if to process what was happening, our eyes still locked.Time stood still in that moment, and I will always remember it.I felt my soul smile. Right there and then, deep down I knew we were meant to meet, and that we were going to be together. In that moment it was like I was looking back through time, remembering the experience of our first date, whilst already living in a certain future.Before we knew it, it was 11pm and the restaurant was closing."Looks like we're shutting the place down. I'll walk you home."We linked arms again and walked together up Regent street, enjoying the Christmas lights that were still up, on our way to Marylebone.It was a long distance for her to walk in heels, and my trench coat wasn't keeping me warm enough, but we were both far too committed to impressing one another to say anything.We reached Bentinck Street and I saw her to her door. On my walk to the tube stop, all I could think about was that I had to see her again as soon as I could.We exchanged messages immediately the following morning, and spent the next 30 days falling in love. Today, almost exactly 3 years after we first met, I marry her. The woman of my dreams, my life partner, and my best friend.Turns out, as she's been saying all along: it's just happening.I love you Andrea.
31. 12. 2022
Our Wedding.
So you found this secret page. Nicely done! I wonder what'll be written here, and when?
31. 12. 2023
Our Son.
So you found this secret page. Nicely done! I wonder what'll be written here, and when?
31. 12. 2023