Love always win 🏆

 What a beautiful story. I lost the love of my life at 23 and married a narcissist on the rebond. I love to hear happy stories like yours; it warms the cockles of my heart. Your faces reflect your happiness.

I am not, and never will be, a skeptic of love at first sight. I am currently 67 years old.

When I was 19 and home during summer break of my freshman year at Texas A&M University, I went to the birthday party of an 18-year-old friend from high school, who would be following me to A&M the following semester. And, like me, he would soon be a member of the Texas A&M Cadet Corps. I only went to the birthday party because I had a crush on my friend's 16-year-old sister and wanted an excuse to ask her out. At that party, I saw a 17-year-old brunette for the first time (who would also be attending Texas A&M in two years). It was definitely love at first sight, and I completely forgot about my friend's sister.

That brunette (whom I loved at first sight) soon became my first and only girlfriend, and we were married in the All Faiths Chapel at the University three years later, which was my fifth and final year at A&M. She stayed behind to finish her degree, while I went overseas to my first U.S. Navy posting on Diego Garcia Island in the middle of the Indian Ocean. So, in our first year of marriage, we were on opposite sides of the planet; and I was on active duty, isolated, in the U.S. Navy on an island where no civilians or women were allowed. It was the longest year of my life.

Here we are, just before we got married in 1977:

A moment later, 44 years later, we're still happily married. And that brunette is now the mother of my two adult children and the grandmother of my five grandchildren. So, as you can see, love at first sight does happen sometimes for some people. Here we are, just as we are now: