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Here's my story. My husband was a friend of my brothers. My husband is very quiet & shy. I went to visit my brother one weekend & met my husband. I had just gotten out of a relationship & was looking for new dating prospects & he was by far the cutest in the room. So I went over & started a conversation. He acted like I was the only person in the room & I loved that. My brother could tell I liked him so he made me a deal that if I got them tickets to the Purdue/Ohio State game he would bring my crush along (I went to Purdue, my husband & brother went to an Engineering school in Indiana). So I got tickets. Well friday night before the game (Halloween weekend) they showed up, but we went our separate ways (they went to the bars, I went to frat parties (I wasn't 21 yet)). I was on my way home when I saw my brother & husband walking down the street, I pulled over & my husband jumped in my car & my brother told me I could take him home. Little did I know he was very drunk. When we got home we kissed a bit & then he passed out in my bed. The next morning should of been ackward, but it wasn't it was like we had known each other forever. & I knew at that moment I would marry him. I told him I loved him a month later. He wasn't ready to say it back (he'd never said it before), but a couple of weeks later he said it back. I knew it was love because if something good happens or something bad happens he's the first person I tell. I have to tell him. I knew he always had to be in my life because I couldn't imagine what I would do if I didn't have him to talk to. He is my best friend & the only person in the world I can spend everyday with & not kill.
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