The time I fell in love on Instagram.

I had caught a 6 a.m. flight to Denver to meet a woman that would eventually become one of the great loves of my life and I recall, like it was the better part of yesterday, feeling like a little boy (not a twenty-five-year-old man) as I sat, cowering, inside the slowly encroaching four walls of a quaint coffee shop called the Black Eye, anxiously awaiting her arrival.