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Fairytales do exist

Perth Bride Magazine - Thursday, October 17, 2013

I met Adrian at a school career's day back in 2006. 600 students in the Perth Hills area gathered to listen to motivational speakers talk about their working life and take part in tasks that would prepare them for their career endeavors.

I was chosen to be one of the mock interviewer's as I was a senior and I spent the day interviewing other students, preparing them for the “real world” (even though I hadn't experienced it myself). I was caught slightly off-guard when a tall, dark and handsome Italian guy stood before me, waiting for me to interview him. I took this as an opportunity to find out about more about this gorgeous guy with a ridiculously long exotic last name, so I veered off track a little and begun talking about personal interests. Unfortunately, the romance was short lived and with a ring of a bell, he was onto the next task.

As the day drew to a close, I still had the amazing Italian guy on my mind. He was charming, funny and so kind. I had to get his number but I was already running late for my school camp. As I was walking out of the complex, I told my friend that there was something different about Adrian. I needed to find him again! She told me she would run outside and stop the school bus while I went to find him.

So, off I went on my own pursuit of happiness. I walked back into the building only to find 600 heads milling around, most of which were taller than I. I searched frantically until I saw the gorgeous Italian guy walk into the men’s room. However inappropriate it was, I felt a certain urge to follow him. As I walked in, I realised how desperate and ridiculous I was being so I took a less forward approach and waited for him outside the bathroom.

There he was, giant brown eyes and gorgeous long hair. I stared at him for what seemed like forever until he began to look awkwardly at me. The words that leapt out of my nervous mouth were "my friend wants your number". He willingly gave it to me and we went our separate ways.

There I was, sitting at the back of the school busy with a phone number that was supposedly for someone else. I decided to send Adrian a message to let him know that it was in fact me who wanted his number and I hoped that he wasn’t too freaked out by the girl that waited for him outside the bathroom.

We hit it off and were texting on our Nokia 3315’s all week! The girls in my dorm room got as little sleep as I did as my phone light kept lighting up every few minutes. They wanted an update on every message that was sent and I carefully constructed my replies with their help.

When I returned to the city from camp, we went on our first date. It was around Valentines Day and I remember he was as perfect as he was when I first saw him.

We fell madly in love and spent the next few years together, before I stupidly decided to end things. We were so young and I wanted us to experience life independently. Our break was inspired by the old adage - if you love something, set it free.

4 years later, I was still contacting him and trying to get him to notice me but he had clearly moved on until one night we were both on Facebook and I used it as my chance to tell him how really felt. It was very Gen Y of me but I figured it was better than having yet another phone call rejected.

I asked for one more chance because I felt as though we had so much more to give and experience together. He told me that I hurt him but he would be willing to try again once more if I went camping with his friends so I had the chance to get to know who he was. What better way to bond then with a long commute and no shower for three days?

I am more of a hotel dweller and the thought of drop holes and sleeping underneath the stars gave me chills but this was my last shot at happiness!

So, I did what any girl would do. I got a spray tan, went to the hairdresser and packed up my tinted moisturized to make sure I looked the part all weekend. I was ready for my adventure.

It turns out that sleeping under the stars with an old flame is the perfect way to rekindle the romance!

Within a month we were back together officially! 3 weeks after that, we decided to open up a joint account to save for a house and 8 months later, we bought a block of land and begun building our first home.

On our 2-year anniversary, Adrian took me to my favourite place; Margaret River! He surprised me with accommodation at a 100-year-old stone manor called Basildene Manor.

On our anniversary night, he told me to dress up for an early dinner. Before we went to the car, he told me he wanted to take a walk through the gardens. He took me down to a gorgeous gazebo, overlooking the lake. Very Nicholas Sparks!!! There was a table set up with Moet and strawberries and I couldn’t help but wonder; could this be the moment I had waited for my entire life?

After taking what felt like 10 minutes to pop the champagne and pour two glasses, Adrian began to say the most beautiful words to me and finished up on one knee, asking me to be his wife.

Not only had he planned this romantic proposal, my mum worked with him to organize a photographer to capture every single moment. We then had a 1-hour photographic session with Jacqui from Soul Photography and she took some stunning shots while the sun was setting.

As cheesy as it sounds, every girl wants to be swept off her feet and I am so excited to be marrying my best friend. Fairytales do exist! We have set a date for next July and couldn’t be happier.