My Love Story by Megan

The summer of 2006, I was single, free and had just turned 30. I had recently reconnected with Jessie, a close college friend on myspace. I had some extra cash so my sister and I decided to join my brother-in-law on his business trip to Philly. We had plans to visit Jessie in Brooklyn. When we met up with Jess, we decided to go out and she invited a friend along. As soon as he walked through the door I was struck. Here was this Brooklyn guy with an accent from St. Lucia, an island I had vaguely heard of, and he was so honest and genuine.

We talked shoes, music, and culture while we mazed through trains, tunnels and city streets. I giggled and my stomach buzzed. The next day, he came with us on the bus back to Philly and he played with my hair and whispered silly things in my ear to make me laugh. That night, we danced to our favorite DJ and finally, we kissed.

It is the truth when I say that my sister foretold the future. Before we left Seattle on the plane to Philly, she said something like, "Time to meet your husband." On the flight home, the woman behind me was wearing a St. Lucia shirt and then I won a free round-trip flight from my gym the next day. It seemed it was destiny.

Several cross country trips on JetBlue, phone calls, letters and gifts through the mail followed and three months after we met, Asher arrived in Seattle to be with me. And now he is my husband. This is the best love story I could imagine, it was a fairytale and sometimes I couldn't believe it was happening but I knew I didn't want it to stop. And now it never will.

Love+destiny,

Megan

By the Brooklyn waterfront

Jessie and I (I'm eating a yummy falafal)

Waiting for the Chinatown bus back to Philly

Shopping in the city