Foopy and I are celebrating our anniversary today.

I look at him now and can't help but smile when I realise that I still love him the same way I did when we first met. His strong personality, his lazy charm. I suppose that's why most people find it easy to warm up to him and respect him, even though he is slow to trust and a very private person.

Five years ago today, Foopy and I met in at a hall bash in the now-defunct Lava Room. Our hall orientation was just over and I was getting back into the swing of things, having just started my third year of university. He was a grand senior swinging by to 'check out the juniors' ;).

Our groups of friends were introduced and he regaled us with stories of the past, of how he shared rooms with TW in his first year. He was somewhat of a legend before my time so he wasn't entirely a stranger to me.

I remember Suping leaning over and whispering 'That's him, that's him.' I was like 'Eh, who?'. Funny, these memories. It's really nice to know that our best friends were by our sides when we met.

Later that night, as I was leaving with my bunch of girlfriends, he came over and whispered into my ear.

Stay, he said softly. I'll send you back.

We shared the last dance together. After that, we cabbed out and found a place to talk. He told me about himself, his life. And I listened, all through the night. He had a lot of things to say that night. I thought he was just being chatty but apparently having had a few drinks he remembered none of it the next day, much to my amusement. He sent me back at daybreak, as promised.

Thus begun our love story. It isn't tidy. It was messy and uncomfortable at times because it overlapped many lives.

I'm glad the roller-coaster ride is over. I'm thankful we are looking forward to a certain future together.

He remembers our earliest dates, my brick phone, our long car-rides. He remembers how he used to go to my room when I was home for the holidays just to lounge because he missed me.

But clearest to me in our relationship is the moment we made the decision to sit out the ride together. We haven't seen each other for months. Standing in the carpark of my house, he asked me to decide. I remember saying yes. I remember the look on his face, the pounding of my heart, the thrill of knowing I'd just made a choice.

He said: We are so good together, you know.

That's when I realised - we'd just become us.