Story 10:
In 6th grade, we were assigned international pen pals. Mine was a boy from Argentina. We wrote letters, then emails, then Skyped in high school. We lost touch in college.
14 years later, I matched with a guy on a dating app. He said I looked familiar.
It was the same guy! He moved to my city five years ago… and kept searching my name. We went for coffee.
The chemistry was instant.
Now we’re married. He still has my first letter in a drawer.
Source: nowiveseeneverything.club
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