Sorry in advance for the super long story
My SO and I met in the beginning of 6th grade, and were best friends. I had a HUGE crush on him, but was too chicken to even ask for his phone number, let alone tell him how I felt. The assistant principal of the school we went to decided to kick me out (for seriously no reason, I am not even exaggerating, all I did was read a magazine in class before the bell even rang and it wasn't even private school). On my last day, I left him a note confessing my feelings and included my phone number (he wasn't there that day, go figure, but my friend promised to give it to him). Fast forward to the beginning of high school, and even as young as I was I knew I genuinely loved him because a crush would have been long gone by that point. I asked around and found out he was no longer in the same school district, and gave up. I started seeing this other guy (long story but other guy was an asshole). I kept looking for SO on Myspace and then Facebook, to no avail. Fast forward again to the summer after I graduated high school. I was still seeing other guy but was trying to break up with him (he was very emotionally manipulative and I didn't know how to handle it) and on a whim I searched for SO on Facebook one more time - and actually found him. I left him a message that basically said "Hey, long time no see, text me if you want." A month went by and there was no reply, but thanks to a bit of light stalking (he had liked some new pages) I assumed he had seen my message and didn't give a shit. So I gave up again. Fast forward another month, it's two weeks before I start college and I finally got a reply. He said he had had a crush on me back when we were friends (!!!) but all those years ago my friend had given his note to a friend of his who was a known practical joker, and he thought it was a prank. We started texting (like literally 1000 texts in a week, during which he admitted that he barely ever facebooked and hadn't noticed the unread message icon). We found out that not only were we going to the same college, but our very first class on the very first day was the same class. School started, we started hanging out, and within a few days I felt like I was back in 6th grade (best friends and in love with him but unable to do anything about it due to my own idiocy). After a couple of weeks he told me that he liked me. I finally managed to break up with the emotionally manipulative asshole, and finally SO and I were together. It's now been six and a half years, and we're getting married this winter. :)