Has anyone met their "perfect person"

at the wrong time in their life? Mine was when I was 17, he was 24, and a server at the restaurant we both worked at. My dad actually asked him to take me on a date. We spent a perfect summer together, but he left to study abroad and we just went our separate ways. But last night, after four years, it seems like the universe brought him back to me... Has anyone else had this happen?