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Briefly, this is our story which we’ve repeated countless times to friends and family and friends of friends and friends of family and received various reactions:

We met on Chatroulette.

I can almost feel everyone’s eyebrow raising at the mention of that but that was way back in late December 2009 where there were only 2000 people online at one time where there were still people decent enough to talk to in the midst of dicks and occasional tits.

What’s funny, I nexted him by accident (I swear!) because my fingers were getting used to the tempo of clicking the button for the past few minutes seeing dicks. What’s amazing, I saw him again. I think I said “Hello”. He didn’t. “Bitch. You nexted me.” was the first thing he said to me you should know that is not a very nice pick-up line. I laughed and the rest of the conversation was history.

We had on and off muted Skype conversations for a month or two after that before he disappeared for a month for his internship and probably some other personal shit I do not have any information of. Picked up again in late May with verbal conversations through Skype and that was when all the playful flirtations turned gradually serious over a month. Next thing we knew I booked tickets to Belgium and that two-month wait was just hell.

We met for the first time at the airport and life began when I saw his smiling face at the arrival hall I walked over he walked over I said “Hey there” we hugged for real for the very first time he said “This is awesome”.

You know the rest.