We met in a way I don’t often confess, Not through a crowd or a cute coffee press. It wasn’t at work or a bookstore aisle, But fate had its own mysterious style. Back in high school, oh, I remember the scene— You were that guy my classmates called a dream. The crush of the class, the heartbreaker king, Fast forward some years, no sparks, just the scroll, Then one day, the world took a digital toll. Facebook went down—chaos filled the air, No memes, no stalking, just silence and stares. In that strange void, you sent me a text, “Coffee?” you asked, not sure what came next. I thought, “Why not? It’s the end of the world,” (And you still had that smile that got teenage hearts twirled). One cup turned to two, and time simply flew, I said, “Nice to see you,” thinking, “That’s it, we’re through.” But no—next came lunch, then dinner, then more, I started to wonder, “What is this in store?” You weren’t just a face from my yearbook past, Or a story of crushes that didn’t quite last. You were funny, and weird (in a charmingly way), And somehow, I hoped that you’d ask me to stay. They ask how we met — and we smile, play it sly, "A mutual friend," or “Fate passing by.” We skip the apps, the real tale untold, Some stories are sweeter when they quietly unfold. From schoolmates to strangers to something brand new, A coffee, a glitch, and a date or two. We never expected where this road would go… But guess what? We’re getting married — now you know. 💍