We're Getting Married

We met in my parents' driveway, though I'm not sure if you could really call it "meeting" at first. I was in the front seat of my brother's truck and didn’t think much of it. A couple of weeks later, a group of us went to the lake. Every night, we stayed up late by the fire. And it just clicked. He didn’t treat me like "my friend's little sister"; he saw me for who I was, and I loved that. We shared laughs and stories. That's when we both thought, “Okay. This could be something.” Then, two years later, he finally worked up the courage to ask my brother if he could take me out on a date. And that's how it all began.