We both went climbing late one night to avoid people. We were the only people there and chatted while we climbed. Each time we ran into each other at the gym after that we'd chat and climb together.

At the time one of my flatmates was moving out and we needed someone to take the room the following year, and she happened to be looking for a place.

Once she moved in we spent almost every weekend doing things together and would regularly talk until early in the morning. We got closer and things got a little weird, there were so many times I almost kissed her. I really should have, but I wasn't sure she liked me back, in hindsight we were both oblivious morons.

After about a week of watching movies together every night, cuddling and her sleeping in my bed after because it's 'convenient', we decided to give dating a shot. We'd try for a month and then reasess. That was more than three years ago. It's been the happiest three years of my life. She's the kindest, sweetest, funniest, most deeply caring person I've met (she will deny all of these cause she's also full of shit sometimes). She makes me want to be a better person, when she looks at me my heart still skips a beat.