Anyone who knows me knows I am a sucker for a love story. A real romantic love story. I have been planning my wedding since I was a single digit. I remember looking at my mother’s wedding pic thinking pretty dress but different color scheme. I have planned a wedding I’m sure for every season so I have options. I have even thought about engagement pics. But even more so than the wedding I have thought about how I will meet my best friend. In a coffee shop, at church, on the train. Will it be like in a movie and I’ll lose my breath. Will I not like him and run the opposite way. Maybe I know him now and we just both have no idea we’re meant to be. I use to sit and ask my granny how she met my grandfather. It was a beautiful story. Simple but beautiful. She just knew. Even years after he died she still talked about him like she just knew it was the way a love story was supposed to be.