Okay, this is a bit long, so bear with me.
When I was in my early teens I moved to Toronto a few times to live with my biological mother but always ended up moving back home to newfoundland with my adoptive parents. Each time I moved, I was living in the same apartment building as my husband - but we never met. It seems impossible that we never ran into each other, since the building is small and old has one tiny elevator, but we didn't. Of course, during all these times I lived with my mom, I was 16 and under, making him 14 and under so even if we would have met I woudln't have been interested in him romantically anyway.
Then when I was 18 and back in Newfoundland, my mom called and said she knew a woman who needed a nanny. I was back in Toronto again in less than a month, only living about a 10 minute walking distance from where I used to live.
One day, completely out of the blue, I felt like going to the ice cream shop near my old apartment building. I had no reason to, I just felt an urge to go there. So I went. Once I got there I had the same urge to go to the park that was just down the block from there, and right across the street from my old apartment.
I got there and started talking to my mom's friend who was sitting at a picnic table. Some of my husband's aunts and even his mom was at the same table as well, but I didn't know the connection then. There were some guys playing soccer in the park and that's when I saw him. Him and his friends came over to the table and all the older people left. We all talked for awhile and he mentioned that he played guitar. I asked "electric?". He said "yes".
. . . and that's when I fell in love. :icon_love
He was just a month shy on 17, still a little young, but I didn't care! We dated for about 6 weeks before I had to go back to Newfoundland again. I was devastated. We did keep in contact tho, ignoring everyone who said long distance never works. We talked almost ever night on the phone, sometimes for up to 5 or 6 hours. It took exactly 1 year to find a way back to Toronto, but I came back.
9 months later we were married. Our 2nd anniversary is on March 20th.
Sorry this was so long, I know I could have just said "we met in a park", but I wanted to tell it right.
Edited to add: Oh, and my husband says that he wasn't planning on being in the parc that day either. He had been at the gym that day lifting weights and didn't really feel like running around after a ball afterward. But he had the same feeling urging him to go out, the same one that urged me to go to the icecream store, and then the parc. We like to say a power greater than us brought us together that day
