It all started freshman year of college - that funny, awkward season of new beginnings and endless possibilities. A mutual friend introduced us one afternoon, insisting, "You two would get along." That first meeting was meant to be short - just a drink and some small talk - but, somehow, hours slipped by between laughs and short stories. After that day, we were inseparable. At first, it was weekends - exploring new tea spots, watching late-night movies, or wandering around parks with no destination. Soon, our nights were spent under the stars, talking for hours about anything and everything. Our weekends had turned into weekdays, and weekdays into every day. Somewhere between those summer days and long nights, friendship grew into something deeper. Something steady, warm, and unspoken - the kind of love that feels like home.