Alicia

My fiance and I met on New Years Eve 2010. There was a huge event at our workplace, and we were both working it. Though he had been working there for 3 months already and I had been working there for 3 1/2 years we had never talked to eachother until NYE. On NYE I was busy helping out all the departments to set up for the party. His department (food and beverage) was one of them. Right than is when we started to get to know eachother. Through the night, when we had the time, we would break away to have a break. Little did I know that this was going to start a relationship. After NYE I hadn't seen him or talked to him for a week, just between being  busy and not having the time. One day he comes to the maintenance shop ( where I work at the resort) to drop something off, and since I was angry, I yelled at him for bothering me. Realizing what I had done, I immediately called him on the nextel to apologize for my reaction in which was forgiven. After this we started to talk on a daily basis ( apparently he thought that someone as little as me yelling at a broad male, was cute). Sometimes we would talk for hours on end. After about a month and a half I confessed that I had feelings for him. This is when he decided it was necessary for us to meet up to talk. ( I was scared to death because it didn't sound like good news) We set the "first date" for a tuesday in february, not realizing it was February 14th that we had set the date. His original plan was to just talk to me about some things. He was just getting out of a horrible relationship, and didn't know where we were headed, and wanted to make sure my feelings were for real. We talked about things, and next thing I know he comes over and kisses. "Blush" I didn't know what to do. Every positive feeling that is out there was going through my body, and I guess you could say I was in shock. Though Valentine's day was not suppose to be a "date", it turned into one. We started our relationship on a rocky road. He was still trying to deal with his ex, but was still living with her because of financial reasons. After about a month (since I didn't approve of him living with his ex) I asked him to move out of his apartment. I told him he could stay with me until he could find somewhere else. ( We didn't want to start our relationship off living and working together, and dealing with my roommates) Well moving out didn't exactly happen. My roommates moved out, and he stayed. ( THANK GOD!!!) We have been together for over a year. I realized I loved him about two weeks after we started dating, and so did he. ( I know that was quick, but we were friends first) He has changed my life for the better, and has been there for me through thick and thin. He treats me like a queen ( no, I'm not kidding), but respects me for who I am. There is nothing better than him out there! So that is our love story, and I truly love him. Whole-heartedly.