We met in Mrs. Sewell's 2nd grade class. For fun I try to think about every memory I can of Joe before our relationship began. Like my stubborn elementary school crush on the kid with the mullet despite Joe being the handsomest boy in class - which my older sister pointed out with vigor, or absently passing him love notes from other girls in 6th grade English class, and watching Xanadu at his apartment during college.
It began one fateful early March evening, while Joe was in grad school and I was working my first full time job. We danced. Our first kiss was magic. I felt an instant, transcending connection. That was it, we were hooked, and we haven't looked back since.