We met back in middle school, two kids just trying to find our place in the world. Somehow, we ended up in the same circle of friends - and from the very beginning, we clicked. Best friends, partners-in-crime, always the ones making each other laugh or catching eyes across the lunch table when something ridiculous happened. Timing, though? Timing was never on our side. We were always dating other people, always just a beat off from anything more. But through high school and into college, even as we moved to different cities and built separate lives, we stayed in touch. A text here, a phone call there - sometimes months would pass, but we always circled back to each other. No matter where we were or what we were doing, we were still us. Then, eight years later, life brought him back to Newnan. I had just become newly single, and he asked me to help him unpack his things. It was such a simple moment, but somehow it felt like the start of something big. We unpacked boxes and caught up on lost time - and somewhere between the kitchen utensils and the photo albums, we realized the timing was finally right. The rest? The rest is history. And this time, we're not letting go.