I graduated from high school in June 1990, and went to the west coast of our country to work that summer. We wrote some letters back and forth, and in one of them I kind of could read between the lines that Pierre might feel something for me after all. I went home for one weekend that summer, and met him out on town on night, and noticed I was really happy to see him. But no passionate feelings on my behalf. Fall came, and we continued to meet, just as friends. 
Around October Pierre started showing and telling me he was falling in love with me, and especially one night when I was dancing (etc.) with some other guy, he got really jealous and hurt and didn’t want to speak to me. (OK -he had been drinking) I sent him a bunch of roses, and called him on the telephone a week later. We talked for hours, and I tried to explain to him that I loved him dearly, but wasn’t in love with him. As much as I wanted to, I just didn’t have those feelings. He kept trying to convince me –left romantic messages on out answering machine and mushy stuff like that.

Hit it!

One night in December he asked me to join him and a couple of friends to a show, and then have dinner at a restaurant. We were dancing and as I looked at him dance, I felt I wanted to touch him, even kiss him. Since we both lived in separate places, I spent the night at his house. (No no… nothing “nasty” happened) We spent the following day eating pizza and chatting in his bed (still very innocent) and I for some reason I decided to spend one more night there. Some time around 3 a.m. Pierre was asleep, and I just sat there wide awake and suddenly this feeling emerged inside me, that I wanted to be with him. I wanted to give our relationship a try.
 So I more or less woke him up and told him, and we have been together since that day (actually night)… ;o)

Of course we've had our quarrels and downfalls, but in the bigger perspective,  I haven’t regretted my decision once!!! Pierre is simply the One!