A Long Time (5 years) Ago...

An Irish gal rented a room next door to a New Jersey guy in a small apartment in Boston and something delightfully unexpected was set in motion. Night after night, they found themselves engaged in intimate, effortless conversation well into the wee hours, leaving both with a palpably electric, giddy feeling when they would eventually and reluctantly bid a clumsy goodnight at their adjacent bedroom doors. Before long they were enjoying spontaneous dinners at a neighborhood bar, exchanging familiar, affectionate messages throughout their days apart, offering unspoken support (he drove her to work; she filled his eternally empty kitchen cabinet with proper nutrition), and mutually experiencing the sweet considerations, thoughtful gestures and meaningful glances that even a passing toddler would recognize as good old fashioned courtship. But not these two! Instead, their bashful denial continued for two tender months, until one fateful night when the cailín — bested by a blend of curiosity and pure impatience — summoned the courage to dare a kiss...and FIREWORKS!!! (Which was a tremendous relief, as anything short and she would have immediately evicted herself just to avoid the awkwardness.) From that moment on, there was no looking back: roommates had sparked romance, and this summer this unconventional pair will say “I do” in Ireland!