Fletcher and I met when I was 16 and he was 18. No, we were not high school sweet hearts and no, he was not the guy I admired from afar. He was my older sister's friend and I did not like her friends. One day my mom told me, "Nicole, you need to be nice to these boys. You could end up marrying one of them someday."
After I graduated, and matured, Fletcher came home from his mission and we constantly ran into each other. Fletcher and I both remember going on group dates but not remembering the other person there. At this point I was still seen as, "Tiffany's little sister." Through this time we grew from acquaintances to friends and about a year later Fletcher and I went on our first date.
The date was awful and I ended up going home early. Our friendship needed some mending after this. Once it did, six months later, I called him for a second date, which went much better. Since that second date I have seen Fletcher almost everyday.
About five weeks into dating we told each other we loved each other. And in five months we were engaged. Eight weeks later we got married, craziest and best eight weeks of my life.
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