I've known my significant other now since I was fourteen and she was thirteen.
Vae and I first met online, on an old service called Prodigy. You know you remember those old days of 56k modems, handshakenoises, annoying Internet front-ends, BBS services! We were part of a group of chatrooms that involved writing and story-creation, and one of our super-slick online friends named James at the time introduced us to one another.
Katie's first response to him? "Rance? That guy's a retard. I don't want to meet him!"
Fortunately, she and I hit it off so well that by the time we could drive, we were regularly hanging out with each other, and we'd developed our friendship over several years of phone conversations, sharing ourselves creatively, and learning how to be teenagers. That she lived in New Jersey and I lived in Maryland allowed us to hang out pretty regularly.
Unfortunately, times can be rough -- when we both got to be eighteen and nineteen, we got drawn in separate directions both emotionally, physically, and mentally. She went off to school and I pursued work. Instances of miscommunication led to distance; distance led to us stopping talking because we were both afraid to recognize that distance and separation. All of a sudden, we were both out a best friend. Why? We were simply too frightened to ever recognize the mistakes we made in not talking.
Fast-forward several years. Vae and I had not spoken for two years and nine months when (ironically enough), she got back in touch with James, who was part of a writing group online that I also happened to be a part of. History repeated itself -- I one day saw a very familiar username browsing this forum James and I belonged to. It was Vae's. I was frightened, but I missed my old best friend so much that I sent her a message telling her I wanted to talk again.
That was three years ago. In that time, we'd reconciled our differences and discovered just how much we meant to one another, just how fucked up our lives had been without one another in them. Communication is something we don't take for granted anymore -- we did it too much when we were younger to care to risk ourselves to it now.
In the end, Somebody Big was trying to make sure we met that second time as coincidentally as we had the first time. Somebody Big was trying to tell us not to screw it up again. The past three years have been amazing. I've got my best friend back in my life, and now that best friend is also the woman I hope to have at my side for the rest of my life. And this is all just the beginning...!