The sweetest most serendipitous avoidance

Email received from the boy with whom I am in love:

"One time my sister Sarah told me a story about when she went to Greece with her husband. One of their visits included a small restaurant in the town that they were staying in. I don't know how little, but it had two floors. I know this because they decided for some reason they didn't want to sit on the first floor and went up to the second floor. They found a seat in the back corner and while walking to it noticed someone who looked familiar. In fact, it was someone that they knew from their stake in Philadelphia, they were pretty good friends. But neither of them knew that they were going to be in Greece at that time and they hadn't really planned to go to that restaurant either. Had my sister and brother-in-law decided to sit on the first floor they probably wouldn't have seen this person and would've never known that they had been there.
I went to your class today but since I was a little over 20 min. late I decided I would wait outside until class was over to greet you. I pulled out a book and started reading. After some time had passed I looked up and everyone was leaving the classroom. I would probably make a pretty bad investigator, I'm obviously no good at stakeouts. But I figured I could still find you so I got up and peered through one of the doors. Someone who looked like they might be you stayed behind for a little bit to talk to someone who looked like they might be a professor. So I kind of stood between the two doors to the classroom hoping that I could catch you and took another look into my book. But that was a bad idea because when I looked again you had disappeared.
People can meet in random restaurants in Greece without planning it but if I try to intercept you on your way to and from class I can't do it. It's weird how things work (or don't work) like that.
I tried to look for you afterwards but I couldn't find you. I guess the only reason I wanted to see you today is that I wanted to tell you something.

I love you Rebecca"

Not only does he send cute emails like this, but he lets me paint things on his face while we are at habitat for humanity house builds (without complaining), feeds me raspberries, and carries me around when I'm tired. Who could ask for more?