My Love Story
In one of the most common clichés on movies and TV series, I've married my little sister's school friend... But it was something of a long road.
The best way to start, I guess, is by saying that I'm extremely shy, and an introvert - not the same thing, and a rare combination; it means that I'm unease in social settings and I'm depleted by social interactions. So, let's just say I'm not much of a talker. In those days, my little sister was still in High School, and I was in college but still living with my parents - common practice where I lived at the time. I had a job but it wasn't enough to fully cover my expenses. Along with my older brother, we used to drive our sister and her friends around on occasion, and I was my sister's "boring brother" on the eyes of her friends. I wasn't mean or anything like that, I just kept to myself while driving, while my big brother was nice and social as one would expect from mostly everyone else. Needless to say, they would rather ride with him than me. Alas, ever so often I was the one free to drive them.
According to my wife, the first spark came when, on one occasion where they were my brother was driving them somewhere, a mix CD I've made was still on the car's stereo - ah, the days of limited mix selections on physical media... We all drove the one family car, so we added our own music to make things a little more ours for the time we were in the car. The musical selection on that CD spoke to the girls, who noticed it wasn't what they usually listened to when my brother was driving. It was my wife who asked, after one particular song, what they were listening to, and my brother said it was my mix CD.
No further steps were taken before we all spent a four days at a small neighbouring town for a Winter Festival. Other than my older brother, myself, and our few friends, most of the 20-odd people in the house were teenagers, and everyone made its own schedule for the festival. In that specific setting, where I was both accompanied by my close friends - and thus much more comfortable with the social setting - and had more time to get to know and interact at my own pace with the others, that we got to know each other better. I liked a different kind of attraction in the festival, and it just so happened that some of my sister's friends liked that, too, my wife included. We had a great time and could get a little closer, but still nothing happened. I would take a few movie sessions at our parent's home, and a particular party I didn't want to go to, for the initial spark to become the first kiss - which, it must be said, was from my wife's initiative, as she knew already I probably wouldn't dare... So we started dating.
And a few months later she moved to another state with her family.
We hesitated to continue our blossoming relationship, but we decided to give it a try. It would took another five years of long Skype calls and three to four visits a year for us to be living in the same town again, when we moved in together. And, together, we moved around a lot, passing by three states and immigrating to another country pursuing our dreams. Last year we celebrated 15 years together, and now we are expecting our first child.
We are very happy together, with our own particular mix of being a couple, and we grow stronger still.