We first met outside the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston on a bright, golden afternoon — June 19th. We had planned to spend the day wandering through the museum’s cool, quiet galleries, but fate had a different idea. When we saw the long line curling out the door and felt the sun beating down, we laughed, looked at each other, and decided to just start walking. What began as a spontaneous change of plans became one of the most memorable days of our lives. We strolled through the city, letting curiosity lead the way. We stopped to admire little details — the shade of trees in the park, the street performers playing jazz, the reflections of clouds in the glass buildings. Conversation came easily, as if we had known each other for years. We shared stories, dreams, and favorite songs, discovering a comforting rhythm in the simple act of walking side by side. Before the evening ended, we had already planned our next two dates. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty — just the quiet, beautiful realization that we had found someone we didn’t want to stop spending time with. That day outside the MFA, on the hottest day of the summer, what started as a change of plans turned into the start of forever.