We met in high school English class. I liked her right away but was too nervous to say anything, so I went with a playful kick under the table as my “smooth” move. It must’ve gotten her attention, because that February I asked her to the Sadie Hawkins dance and she said yes. I tried texting to get to know her better (she was very dry, to be honest), but the night of the dance everything clicked. We had a blast, and eight years later we’re getting married. Senior year was a blur—we just wanted to be together all the time. Then college hit, and we went our separate ways. The distance wasn’t easy, and we won’t pretend it was, but it made us stronger. No matter how busy things got or how far apart we were, we kept finding our way back to each other. The years rolled by; we both graduated, and we ended up in the same place again, just like we always hoped. It was never really a question of “if.” We didn’t rush it. We just kept choosing each other, day after day, until the life we were building quietly turned into the future we’d talked about. Now we’re here—ready to make it official and keep going, together.