We were in middle school. He was the popular (and dreamy) football player, and I was the shy girl that sat a few seats away. All of my friends knew that I had a huge crush on him, and I would blush every time that he was in my vicinity. Eventually, he asked me to be his girlfriend. We rarely talked in person, (middle school is a weird time), but boy was I smitten. He kissed me on the cheek at his locker the day before Christmas break, and I nearly fainted. That “relationship” didn’t last, but was followed by immediate friendship. The two of us talked nearly every day in the years that followed, and we knew that the other would drop everything to be there in times of need. After graduating high school, we inevitably started dating during my first year of college. I always knew deep down that he was the one; I like to think that he always knew too.