5 years ago Z and I were acquaintance, but we weren’t exactly friends. I knew him through my college roommate at the time, where bunch of her guy friends were living in the Bledsoe/Gordon/Sneed halls (They were all men or honors hall). I was beginning to bond with my roommate’s friends, whom most of them were engineering friends and still good friends to this day. Z was a Resident Assistant (RA) at Gordon Hall where all the smart kids lived, and he was known as “Sheng’s Brother” by our friends because his second brother used to be the RA in the same hall before. That was really all I knew about him. We acknowledged each other couple of times passing in the Student Union and occasionally hung out with the large group of us.
And then there was the Halloween party. Christine was hosting the party and invited all of us for the night. I think Z and I coincidentally dressed up as an Asian Gangster that night. Z was particularly friendly that night – granted, he had couple of drinks but he certainly wasn’t drunk; he was very much sober. He came up to me to say hi and occasionally try to do pranks on me. He tried to get into every picture that I was in and he followed me everywhere during the party. All of our friends noticed his unusual flirtation towards me, of course, except for me since I have been known to be oblivious. We all dismissed around 2pm and headed back to our place. I returned to my dorm, took a shower and watched tv because I couldn’t fall asleep. Around 4am, I heard a noise from my computer and it was my instant messenger (text wasn’t that popular even 5 years ago). It was from an unknown screen name but I somehow had an instant feeling that it was from Z and quickly verified through Facebook. He asked why I was still awake and then asked me if I was interested in having a late night snack with him at the Ihop across the street (he obviously didn’t know one of my favorite places to eat was IHop). I really thought it was approached as a friendly gesture (“slap on my face”) and I said yes since I was hungry and still wide awake. He picked me up from my dorm and we had late night breakfast food at IHop with his friend who couldn’t pour the syrup on his pancake correctly…he was drunk. Turns out, Z picked him up from a party and brought him here until he got himself sober. That’s college for you. Anyways, I think that was our first date.
And that was how it all began. We chatted a lot through our instant messengers, and we started watching movies together, eating lunches together at the Student Union, etc. We started holding hands around our friends couple of weeks into getting to know each other. We let our friends just sort of figure out what was going on between us. I honestly had no idea what was happening between us, but I liked him. He was very sincere and nice – that could be a start, I thought. Three weeks later, he told me that he was in love with me – I wanted to run away because I thought he was crazy. I eventually told him that I love him too. *^^* A month and a half since we started dating, Z graduated and left Lubbock, thus starting the long distance relationship that I never thought I would be in. We have had our arguments, jealousies, misunderstandings, and everything you can imagine that would occur in a relationship, just much less dramatic. I almost thought about breaking up with him because I thought it was just too crazy to fully trust a man I just met/known for a few months. In the midst of all of those emotions, Z was patient, sincere, and thoughtful. For 4.5 years we did lots and lots of traveling and talked long hours over the phone. Our physical distance apart got closer and closer each year, but we were never in the same town or the city since he had graduated in December 2007.
Did I tell you that he was and will now be the only boyfriend I ever had in my life? I never thought my first love will eventually become my husband. The past 5 years we have grown up to support each other’s dreams and discover how we can fulfill each other in every way. In exactly 2 months, I will be walking down the aisle to say “I do!” to this man and become his wife. I think we had a pretty meaningful relationship and can’t wait to see what the marriage is going to bring for us. Happy 5 year anniversary, Z, and excited for the many years to come!
{ July 2012 – by Kasey Lynn Photography }
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