The Story of US: a beginning

I don't really know where to start the story of US.
Do I start on the first day our eyes locked,
and a part of me just knew?
Do I start a year before we met,
and the events that prepared me to have faith in us?
Do I start on the day you became the first guy to really really break my heart?
Or do I simply begin with my journal entry, written a few days after we met:

June 15, 2004
Tomorrow I am going to kick the soccer ball around with Ben {the adorable basketball coach from work}.  I don't know why I'm giddy and looking forward to something so small and simple.  I mean, we've hardly spoken, but I swear, when he looks at me I nearly forget my name. Wow, I don't if I've ever felt quite this way before. And the way he makes me feel, is what I love about life.  I don't want to have to try so hard and fight for happiness and a connection.  If it's real and true, then the connection will happen on its own--naturally.  Sure, there will be bumps along the way, but during the rough times, support and unconditional love will replace frustration and blame.  I believe such true, real love exists--and I believe it may have just found me.
-ashley

to be continued...