A lot of people have asked me how I met Amelia—it’s a story that begins in the most modern of ways and blossoms into a timeless romance. In 2020, I found myself in a tumultuous and toxic relationship, seeking solace in my writing. Meanwhile, Amelia was single and living in Boston, Massachusetts, navigating her own path in the world of words.
One seemingly ordinary day, Amelia posted a #WritersLift on Twitter—a common thread among writers looking to share and discover new work. I stumbled upon her post and decided to reply with a link to my piece, A Little Ghost For The Offering. I had no grand expectations, but fate had other plans. Amelia was impressed with my work, her appreciation resonating across the digital divide.
Our initial exchange was simple, a spark igniting in the vast expanse of the internet. We began to direct message each other, sharing snippets of our lives, our hopes, and our dreams. As days turned into weeks, our virtual connection deepened. We followed each other on various social media platforms, each interaction contributing towards our budding relationship.
Eventually, the time came for us to hear each other’s voices. I remember the first phone call vividly—the nervous excitement, the instant comfort. Our conversations were filled with laughter and shared understanding, the kind that feels like coming home.
On my birthday in 2020, I made a life-altering decision. I drove off in my car, leaving behind the house I shared with my then-girlfriend, Angie. I knew I needed a fresh start, a clean slate. I found my forever home in Middletown Springs, Vermont, and without hesitation, I paid cash for the asking price. The sense of liberation was overwhelming.
With the house sale in process, I drove to Boston to meet Amelia in person. Our initial encounter was as natural as our online conversations. We decided to take a road trip to Maine, a spontaneous adventure that solidified our connection. The open road, the scenic vistas, and the shared experiences during that trip etched unforgettable memories into our hearts.
In September 2020, the house in Middletown Springs was officially mine, and Amelia moved in with me. Our lives seamlessly intertwined, and the farm became our sanctuary. Together, we nurtured our dreams and supported each other through every challenge and triumph.
Our story, born from a simple Twitter interaction, blossomed into a lifelong partnership. In the serenity of our Vermont farm, surrounded by nature’s beauty, we exchanged vows and committed to a lifetime of love and companionship. Amelia and I have been together ever since, a testament to the power of serendipity and the magic of finding one’s soulmate.
Every day, I am grateful for that #WritersLift and the journey it set in motion. Amelia and I continue to write our story, one filled with love, adventure, and the unyielding belief that true connections can be found in the most unexpected places.
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That’s a wonderful story. Somehow it’s even more profound that it all happened during the tumult and strangeness of 2020. As difficult as that year was I’m glad it was a time when you and Amelia found each other.
Thank you so very much! Amelia and I are married best friends who spend all of our time living and working together! She is everything I have ever wished for in a relationship!