We met the modern way—by swiping right on Tinder. Despite all the eye-rolls and "be carefuls" that tend to come with meeting someone online, 22-year-old me threw caution to the wind and drove to his apartment in Lyons, NY. Our very first meeting wasn’t dinner or drinks—it was me helping him set up his new place. At one point, he left to return the U-Haul, and I sat there alone in his half-unpacked apartment thinking, “Well… either he’s coming back to murder me, or I’m really going to fall for this guy.” (Sorry, Mom) Luckily, it was the latter. What started with cardboard boxes and a maybe-murder turned into laughter, love, and a life together. And now, years later, we’re planning a wedding—and I wouldn’t change a thing.