R is for Rich
Well, it would have to be, wouldn't it? Almost 5 years ago, I got to the local rock club to meet my friend. He never turned up and I was left hanging around the bar like a lemon. Luckily, some strange dude took pity on me and introduced me to the group he was with, including this slightly socially awkward guy who pretty much said one sentence to me all night.
However, the next weekend, this socially awkward man was there again. We started having a conversation about literature, he showed me the sneezing panda video on his iPhone (back when they were exciting) and then he insulted me.
It turns out, in a weird twist, he was working as an IT technician at my sixth form college when I was a student. I'd actually spoken to him 2 years earlier, as a disturbed 17 year old emo kid, and remembered him as "the horrible one with glasses". He'd since grown facial hair, long hair and ditched the glasses, so I didn't realise it was him until he recognised himself in the background of this photo of my best friend. Bizarre or what?
4 years and 9 months on, we're engaged and will be getting married in Florida in August. He is the geekiest geek I know. He is a total loser, he loves computers more than any man should and he can't pronounce the letter H correctly. Despite these, rather major, shortcomings, I still love him more than he probably deserves!
I'm only kidding. I love him more than I ever thought possible. I'm not sure what I did to deserve somebody as patient, caring and devoted as Rich, but I'm eternally thankful for him. I love you, Bear.