[MF] I had known my quiet husband 8 years before we ever had anything going between us, having attended the same high school and college. The first time he made advances towards me at high school, I laughed at him with my friends. The second time at college he asked me to the movies, I declined and would always avoid him afterwards. He never pushed, but I always caught him openly watching me. A part of me felt uncomfortable, but a bigger part of me enjoyed and felt intrigued by it.
One time we met in the corridor of the library and he told me he was going to marry me. I laughed it off and didn't think about it until our final year of college when I found myself needing his lift home because my parents' van needed repairs. By then the exams were completed and most students gone, except a few of us who were finalising our research papers. He planned to leave a day following the last day of submission of final papers, so I made sure to pack my luggage the night before.