You were the one. I went through a year of depression before our first date. That first date was exactly one year after I started the chain of events that led to depression. One year exactly, how does that even happen? Because it was supposed to work. Everything I went through, the pain, the healing, and learning, the journey led me to you. Led me to you exactly one year later. You were the beautiful, smart, interesting, kind, goofy, sexy woman that had come into my life at the perfect time. All of the pain led to you, and you were supposed to be the one. I loved seeing you at my apartment, I loved talking to you. Wasn’t it amazing just talking to you? No tv, no movies, just me and and you and a 3 hour conversation. A perfect night with you was me, you, some good food and a couch. Why don’t you see how perfect that is?