Two years ago today, I married the love of my life.
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Evan and I met in January 2007. We sat next to each other at our Introduction to British Literature class at Virginia Tech. He chatted my ears off for the first couple of weeks that semester. One day, he jogged after me after class had been released and asked if I wanted to go out to lunch with him.
I gave him a good, hard look and assessed my options.
Evan was two years older than me, was in a fraternity, drove a Mustang, had an earring, and wore a goatee. He often mentioned how he wanted to get a tattoo. The truth was, Evan was exactly the type of guy that I avoided during my freshman year in college, and I was quite tempted to shrug him off.
But… since he was a nice kid, he liked Oscar Wilde and the Foo Fighters, and I was already in a long-distance relationship with someone else, I decided to give him a shot. It couldn’t hurt to have a new lunch buddy, I figured.
Evan quickly became a good friend, if not my best friend at Tech. We grabbed lunch after class every Tuesday and Thursday. His boyish antics made me laugh, and I quickly learned that there was much more to him than his “tough” exterior.
On the cold morning of April 16, 2007, when I realized that there was a mass shooting taking place on Virginia Tech’s campus, Evan was one of the first people who came to my mind. His safety was the only thing that truly mattered to me. By the end of that day, I realized that I loved him more than just a friend.
Evan, I wish I could accurately express how important you are to me and how much I love and cherish you. I could not have asked for a better husband than you. It’s been a truly remarkable two years of marriage together, and I can’t wait to experience many, many more with you. Happy anniversary!