I peer out the open window at the dancing trees, the tiny figures running back and forth not too far from my home and sigh as I welcome the breeze that caresses my skin through the slight gap of my open window. The sound of teenagers cheering from the nearby high school makes me smile in nostalgia and I zone into the radio announcer's story. They were talking about a man that had a female acquaintance appear at the edge of his bed at 3 am in the morning.  How ironic, I think as the next song starts to play and I lie down on my bed, staring up at my ceiling.

That was  similar to how I met... 

Him.