Well, that is a long story. I'll try to keep it short. Noah moved to Utah from Florida our senior year of high school. I think he hated it here. We started hanging out. After we graduated we went to Florida on a vacation. Just us. Yes, my parents let me go. No, I have no idea why. Florida = First Kiss. ((What were my parents thinking?))
After that we were "hanging out". The difference between hanging out and "hanging out" is kissing. I really really liked him. So, he left on a mission and then I left. We wrote the entire time. We wrote about dating and marriage. We sent tapes and packages. I'm pretty sure I only survived those 18 months because of him. We said "I love you" which was probably super illegal on the mish. So, there you have it. I loved him.
I came home and then he came home. I was dating someone else. (Looooonnnngggg story there.) We broke up. Noah and I started dating, or something. I met up with Jason and we started dating. Noah wanted more time, I think, and I didn't. I chose Jason.
The End.
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Isn't it amazing the things that you have to go through to find your hubbie? Sounds like your story is a good one. :) Glad it all worked out in the end. Jason is such a great guy and you guys are so cute together.
Glad you chose Jason. I'm sure he's glad too! :)
HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!
Good choice!
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