Our story began on a sun-drenched July afternoon at the University of Tampa, when fate, or maybe just a lucky tour assignment, placed us in the same group. Graham’s easy, open energy met my quieter, more reflective nature, and somehow conversation between us just flowed, like we were picking up a story already in motion. By the time the tour ended, we had exchanged information without realizing that something had already taken root, or how much that small moment would matter. Life pulled us in different directions. Graham went off to college in Charlotte, North Carolina, and I stayed in Tampa. We stayed in touch here and there, never quite enough to call it something, but never enough to let it fade either. Two years later, back in Sarasota, we crossed paths again. This time, it felt less like coincidence and more like perfect timing. What started as a chance meeting became late-night talks, countless drives between Tampa and Sarasota, inside jokes, and a love that is forever tied and always growing. And now, surrounded by the people who mean the most to us, we’re ready to begin the next chapter, together.