Our Story

That fateful night, karaoke pulsed through the air as I scanned the crowded room. My friends had invited me, but now they were nowhere to be found. I settled into a corner, phone in hand, trying to reach them. But as the minutes ticked by, my attempts at contact went unanswered. Still, the energy was infectious, and I found myself swaying to the music.

That’s when I saw her. Long, dark hair cascaded down her back as she approached me. Her greeting was soft, gentle, “Are you new here?” Now, I’ll admit, my first instinct can sometimes be sarcasm. Two years of university in Tasmania doesn’t exactly make someone a newbie. But there was something in her kind eyes that checked my sass. I answered politely, explaining my situation. We exchanged names, and with a smile, she was gone. The rest of the evening, I couldn’t help but glance at the empty chair beside me.

A week later, the crackle of a bonfire replaced the karaoke, and this time my friends were by my side. As I circled the flames, a soft voice called out, “Patrick…” My heart skipped a beat as I turned, and there she was, radiant in the firelight, surrounded by her friends. And then, the ultimate embarrassment – her name hovered just out of reach in my mind. We both burst out laughing, and I promised to rectify the situation by adding her on social media.

That online connection blossomed into something more. Messages turned into long conversations, which deepened into heartfelt confessions. We discovered shared dreams, supported each other through thick and thin, and our feelings blossomed. The rest, as they say, is history. That chance karaoke night, and a forgotten name by the fire, led me to her – my soon-to-be wife, my best friend, my soulmate.