Love at first sight isn’t exactly how I would describe this story. If anything, it would probably be the exact opposite way to describe this story. Everything about the way we met, got together and finally wed goes against all notions of impulse and spontaneity. And I don’t think we’d want it any other way.
We met in our first year of university. When I was introduced to her, I thought she was the cutest Jamaican girl I’d ever met (she was Sri Lankan) and that she had a great sense of humour (this part was true). We quickly fell into the same circle of friends and spent endless hours as a group skipping classes and chatting.
We were always close, but our friendship was based on mutual teasing and joking around. She really just was “one of the boys” albeit a smaller, lighter boy that we could easily place into garbage bins or hang from coat racks when drinking.
Fast forward through five years of friendship and graduations and as I’m preparing to move overseas, we both realise just how much we mean to each other. I’m hopeful it can turn into a real relationship, constantly asking her “Are you going to be my girlfriend?” She still needs time to be sure of her feelings. For a few surreal months we find ourselves in the limbo of not being a couple, but not just being friends either. Finally, sitting by the beach in July, she presents me with a puzzle. Now I don’t mean a riddle or dilemma. I mean an actual jigsaw puzzle. She watches me carefully as I put all the pieces together. My eyes grow wide. The completed puzzle spells out the word YES.
“As in, yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
I hug her so earnestly that we end up rolling down the sand dune, laughing all the way.
The next day I cancel my plans to move overseas. I also order a pendant to be made for her. It’s a silver puzzle piece.