Some love stories begin with a grand gesture or a perfect moment. Ours began with a moving truck, a suspiciously heavy Home Depot box, and a man who had absolutely no say in the matter. Colin was voluntold to help Garima move into her medical school apartment. He showed up anyway, hauled boxes up three flights of stairs, and made a very good first impression for someone who'd been drafted into manual labor on a Saturday morning. In the beginning, we bonded over study sessions and practice questions in medical school. We’d talk each other down from the edge when the pressure felt like too much. Somewhere between the late-night study sessions and the early-morning classes we became each other's constants — the person you call when it all feels impossible, the one whose presence makes the hard days lighter. When our paths took us to different cities for a time, we refused to let distance win. We turned it into an adventure instead — exploring new neighborhoods, finding hidden restaurants, and discovering that the best part of any new city was always just being in it together. Some things don't fade with miles. They sharpen. Medical training asks so much of the people who choose it. But we were lucky: we chose it, and we chose each other. Through the sleepless nights, the board exams, the rotations, the residency chaos — we've been in each other's corner, every step of the way. Now, after all of it, we're here and ready to start the next chapter. We can't wait to celebrate with you!