His version: When you know... you know.
I first spotted Meg at the university coffee shop, a place I
spent most of my higher education. At 16 years old with surfer hair and
bohemian looks let’s just say I saw a diamond in the rough! Patience would be
the name of the game and after what I remember to be an eternity of waiting,
her 17th birthday was when I would make my move. Clearly legal ramifications
were a legitimate concern. After rocking her world with a knockout birthday
kiss she calmly informed me that "we would never work out", (I know,
I was as shocked as you). At that bombshell our paths went their separate ways,
but 7 years and separate continents couldn't keep us apart. Obviously realising
the err of her ways, on seeing I was in Europe on holiday, she decided she
wouldn't let the opportunity pass her by and invited me to catch up on old
times. This chance encounter would turn out to be the beginning of our story...
Her version: When you know... you know.
We met at university, I was a first-year student and he was
Van Wilder. Even though I had a crush on him, he wore collared shirts and
chinos and I thought I was looking for tattoos and skinny jeans, so I told him
it was “never going to work”. He was also 20 which back then was SO old! He
finally graduated, and I went into 2nd year and it would be another 7 years
before we saw each other again. I had moved on and moved to London during this
time and one day it just happened I saw he was in London and we met up for
lunch. He took this vegetarian girl to a steak restaurant but despite that I
had butterflies in my stomach the whole time and still felt the way I did when
I was 16. It was raining that day and he offered to share his umbrella and
walked me back to work. He kissed me on the cheek and went to the airport to
catch his flight back home to South Africa. It was on this day I just knew
something in my life had changed forever. I cannot put my finger on it, but I
just knew. From that lunch date, there wasn’t a day we didn’t talk and 3 days
later I booked a flight to meet him in Mauritius. Text messages turned into
hours of talking, we saved every penny and counted down the weeks until we
could see each other again. Fast forward 2.5 years later and we had survived
long distance and I decided to move back to Durban in August 2016. On the 30th
December 2016, we were in Cape Town and while on a wine tasting horse ride in
Franschhoek (yes this is a thing and it’s incredible!) Brett proposed, and I
said YES.
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