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Part 1
I need to go back a bit in time to explain how this all came about. I met the girl of my dreams last year September, well technically August but I'll leave that story for my autobiography. So the girl of my dreams. I know its a cliche to say that, but this time it really is.
We started going out in September. The 28th to be exact, I'm like that with dates, don't worry it will only get more complicated. I asked her out while sitting on her couch, and she said yes, of course. I was surprised to be honest, I always had the doubt that she didn't quite feel the same way about me.
I can't say that our relationship started off like the fairy tales, but there was definitely something there, in between the dodging of vases and trying to stop slammed doors during our first month stint at trying a relationship I had this feeling that I might just be in love with this girl.
Then we broke up.
Strange thing that, short relationships, you just never know where you stand or what went wrong. Well you sort of do, but you don't want to admit it. So we left it at that. A couple of emails, a few tears and the occasional phone call.
Then something strange happened in January. She phoned a local radio station one afternoon tell some kind of story relating to the topic of the day. I heard her, and decided to give her a call. Then things really got out of hand, the emails started up again, the phone calls increased and eventually we saw each other, just before my birthday in February.
And then she came to my birthday party, both of them. We saw each other on Valentine's day, although, it was a singles event and all eight of us were dressed in black in protest of love. I think it was at that stage that the trouble started again. We stopped seeing eye to eye on certain issues and reality came back into play. The Neverland romance was not so surreal anymore. It's a curious thing, how it takes a while to float up the clouds yet how quickly you come crashing down to the ground below.
We didn't stop seeing each other, however. Far from it. We saw each other almost every day, for a couple of months. We fought, we loved each other, and then we fought some more. Over what? A lot of things, mostly insignificant in the grand scheme of things, though, still there.
It was in April that I started honing my reflexes again, my vase dodging had never been better. Then came one strange night, after a couple of us had gone out to a club. I walked her to her car as she had to leave early, and for some reason that I can't quite put my finger on, but do not regret, I kissed her. It was the second first kiss, and it definitely sparked something.
My "sorta-kinda-maybe" girlfriend was driving me mad, or should I rather say the situation was.
We went away on holiday in early May, the two of us and a friend each. We shared a room, we chatted, I made hot chocolate. Things were very weird indeed.
Then we got back from holiday and the stress was unbearable on the two of us. So we did what we knew best, and I dodged another vase. We decided it was not going to work so we stopped talking altogether.
Now concentrate, have a glass of water if you need and take a five minute break. This is where it really gets complicated.
On Saturday morning, I got a phone call, you know who from. She had a plan, and realised she missed me too much. I saw her on Sunday and she revealed all. We knew we both loved each other, so her plan was to take a break, let our heads clear, maybe a month or so. Just to see how we felt after that. I agreed, and walked away.
At that stage I didn't know if I would see her again. All contact was lost. I would wait for her call. Now if I had asked for advice from men's magazines at this stage, I would have probably been told to run, change my phone number and go out and get exceptionally drunk.
I didn't though. On Tuesday I got another call. Caller ID told me that this would be an important one, it was going to be a yes or a no. Now based on the fact that this story is going to be about our wedding, the answer was obvious.
A month later I proposed. I didn't get a "Yes", I got an "of course". Then we drank our pink champagne, real champange I know when to pull out the stops.
Rushing it a bit? Maybe.
Careless? Of course.
So that's the background, and if you think that was stressful, imagine the biggest fairy tale wedding ever on the 27th January 2006.
to be continued...
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