Here's my waffly story, since you asked, and I'm in a wistful mood:
My boyfriend and I met at the tram stop the first day I started university (aussie :3).
I was fresh out of high school, looking for new friends and noticed he was carrying a backpack. So I walked up to him and said something like "Hi, do you go to ___ ?"
And it went from there. Do note I'm usually a very self-contained person, commonly interpreted as shy, and this was really uncharacteristic of me, but it worked out. Over several 15 minute public transport trips I found out he was a year ahead of me, doing something completely different. He liked games and anime that I liked. I got introduced to some nifty metal music. I roundabout persuaded him into the wushu club.
Within a month I started running into him around campus - we got to more talking. Arranging to meet for lunches. For the next year or so he was my best friend, although I never saw him anywhere except on campus, and I never thought I'd want it any other way. It took 6 months before I deigned to give him my number. I even flat out told him that I didn't want anything romantic out of it. In public.
At some point after that, I fell in love anyway.
I totally didn't expect this. I was 19 and had never gone out with anyone before. I never really expected to date in uni either, since I hardly thought my asian parents would have approved.
And yet, here was this person who, every time I thought of something he said, I couldn't help but smile. Whenever I approached that tram stop, my breathing would go on the fritz and my heart ache in anticipation of his appearance. I'd go looking for him between classes at our usual hangouts, and be so forlorn when I didn't find him. 6 more months of agonising, and consultations with my friends, and I had to confess to him - through msn, since I couldn't face him to tell him that I'd 'lied' about not wanting romance. (Apparently, he was both floored and over the moon when he read that.) Also, it was during the inter-semester holidays, and I didn't see him until classes started again.
When I did though, it was glorious. We were sitting in a restaurant, waiting until the lunch rush was over so we could have relative privacy to confess in person. He started a roundabout "once there was a..." story by way of introducing the topic, and sadly I can't remember the exact words, only his captivating manner. It took me half an hour of embarrassed glancing to say the three magical words, but he was patient enough to wait me out.
And that was the start of our present relationship, which is going on 5 years. We went through the whole giddy I-don't-care-who-sees kissing in public stage, but the numerous requests to get a room curbed that in time XD We aren't one of those clingy sort of couples - we're both individuals who are too used to not making body contact to do that casually - but frequent hugs and tickling count for a lot, as does the sacrifice of his shoulder for my pillow, even though it cuts off his circulation. So does having private time, but that goes without saying.
I'm currently undergoing studies in another state, an hour and a half's flight away, so that's seriously cut into the amount of time we contact each other, but I think our relationship is still as strong as ever. We trust each other, we make and embellish plans for the future together, and when we do get talking we go for hours about everything and anything. We have to put up with the distance for another two years at least, but monthly trips interstate really help. I'm just currently between visits, had just gotten off the phone and thought I'd share the warmth.
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