We don't have a typical love story. But it's ours.While thanking my husband today, for once again being my knight in shining armor, I thought I'd dedicate this post to him.
We met in Amsterdam in 2008. He was beginning his European travels and I was ending mine. We were roommates for two nights and three days. Once I got home, we began speaking through Facebook. A few chats here and messages there turned into hours on the phone and computer. For a year, we had a long distance relationship.
I finally went to visit him in London in the fall of 2009. The trip only confirmed what I already knew - he is my soul ate.
Nor if you would have asked the Cassie before she met Sam, I would have told you soul mates are crap and true love is only in fairy tales. Well, an English man taught me differently.
Many people frowned upon it and/or were convinced it wouldn't work. But two and a half years of an incredibly happy marriage later, I couldn't imagine my life without him.
I still get butterflies when he calls me just to tell me he loves me. My heart still aches when he's not around.
He is my best friend, who I can be my complete and utterly ridiculous self with.
So, Sam, I love you. You are my heart and soul.
You are the measure of my dreams.
And to those out there that believe the following:
- Long distance relationships don't work.
- True love isn't real.
- Soul mates are fictitious.
Still the best and most ridiculous photo ever.
Happy Friday eve lovelies!