We first met online through a mutual friend in late 2005. I did not like him at all. (He distinctly remembers me claiming to hate him and refusing to speak to him.) We would chat occasionally. We met in person while I was in Morocco in December 2006. By that time we were friends. We spent a little time together. (He swears that's when he fell in love with me. But for me, that was when I fell in love with his sense of humor.) After I returned, due of busy lives, we spoke infrequently and grew apart. After nearly a year without contact, something brought him to mind, I missed him, and I emailed him. We grew close and in the fall of 2009, he asked me to give him a chance. Nothing more than a chance. Giving him that chance was the best decision of my life. By March, I realized and admitted that I loved him. The next year, we decided to make plans to meet again. On February 7, I arrived in Agadir and he and I spent the most wonderful month together. That's when we certain we wanted to spend our lives together.
