We met in university, we both study history. We first met during a class of medieval history. The first thing he said to me was “please don’t do that here!” when I wanted to light a cigarette during our break. I was intimidated, I didn’t know anyone and I hastily oblliged. Later I found out he had been grumpy because he had just quit smoking. When we got to know eachother a little more we discovered we liked the same music. We exchanged cd’s, but then I got sick and didn’t come to classes anymore for that year. Then I was raped and was feeling very depressed. When I first came to classes again he was there too and we picked up where we left of, becoming better and better friends. I could really talk to him. He touched my soul in a very profound way, but I wasn’t thinking about falling in love with anybody at that point yet. We had picnics, lots of coffee, went to a concert, saw movies and then one night when I was at his place and we were watching Ninth Gate I suddenly realised I was very much in love with him. A few seconds later he kissed me and we’ve been together ever since. He is my soulmate and I am his. He brings out the best in me and we’re still having conversations deep into the night, enjoying music and movies together, enjoying live together.