We’re getting married!

We first met in 10th-grade chemistry class. I had a mutual friend who was supposed to save me (Enrique) a seat—but, of course, I was late to class. Unbeknownst to me, as I walked in after the bell, I saw Harleigh sitting in my seat. I ended up sitting across from her and just stared at her the entire period—mad-dogging her, but also secretly admiring her beauty. The bell rang, it was lunchtime, and we went our separate ways... only to end up in the same 10th-grade English class. Boom—there she was again! Fast forward to 6th period volleyball, and wouldn’t you know it? Harleigh was there too, playing for the girls' team while I was a TA for Mr. Harp, our volleyball teacher. And that’s all she wrote! — A message to my beautiful fiancée —