Ok, well, we met in a class freshman year of college. The class was unbelievably boring, and after a few weeks, we'd caught each other's eyes and started to sit next to each other. It turns out that she lived in the dorm next to mine, and my room looked out over her room. We started spending all our time together, as friends, and things got more serious a few months later after she'd extricated herself from a bad relationship and I had a falling out with a high school friend of mine whom I was madly in love with.
In another 2 months, it'll have been 18 years since I met her in that classroom.