Started speaking to a new man on an online dating website, chatting merrily, having really a splendid time. Within a week, we were suddenly speaking more often than not, even though he was 500 miles away.
We even said the "L" word. Really soon. Crazy soon.
And then, about two days after the L-word bomb, we were talking about our teen years, and I mentioned to him a short story I had worked on when I was 16, even told him the first line of the story. We were video chatting.
His face went white like a sheet. He started to swear. Then he accused me of being some sort of fake hoax setup by his friends. Then ... he sent me the next few paragraphs of the story.
We'd known each other, also online, way back as 16 year olds. I'd sent him the story back then, when it was fresh, and he'd somehow managed to keep it all those years. It was the single oldest file on his hard drive.
...Reader, I married him. What else could I possibly do?