The first time we crossed paths was at the St. Pius open house. Lexi was rocking her St. Thomas More white knee-high socks with her mom. We didn’t know each other then, but there was something about that moment. Glenn thought, “Now that’s someone interesting.” For a second—almost—he considered going to St. Pius. But who are we kidding? That was never happening. Our moms knew each other, which Glenn only found out later, and he gave his mom a look like, "You've been holding out on me?" Fast forward a few years, and we officially met through a mutual friend. By high school, we became close friends, exploring our connection in an easy, natural way. Conversation flowed effortlessly, and we’d stay up late talking on the phone, often getting in trouble when our parents would take our phones away. We even became pen pals, writing to each other between classes. Despite our closeness, the timing wasn’t right for anything more. But we stayed in touch over the years, keeping tabs on each other through Instagram and Facebook as our lives took us in different directions—Glenn to Asia and Lexi to Georgia. Then, life brought Lexi to Dallas. Glenn was in town, third-wheeling with Jack and his fiancée at an art exhibit, when on a whim, he decided to invite Lexi out. It had been forever since we’d seen each other, and it just felt right. Lexi remembers how easily we slipped back into the connection we’d had in high school. We spent the day together at museums, picnicking in the park, and wrapped it up with dinner at a Mediterranean spot. Glenn couldn’t get Lexi out of his head, and for Lexi, it felt like reconnecting with the version of Glenn she had known back in high school. There was that same ease, and she felt something more beginning to grow. Then came the invitation to Denver. Glenn had a business trip to Mexico and, ambitiously, invited Lexi to join him in Mexico City. But we compromised on Denver instead. When Glenn finally arrived—no luggage, no fresh clothes—he wasn’t exactly at his best, and the trip had its hiccups. Despite that, Lexi felt something deeper and seriously wanted to explore the connection between us. She pressed Glenn for clarity, wanting to know if he felt the same way. But to her surprise, he said we were just friends. Inside, though, Glenn was thinking, “How is it not obvious?!” But making that leap from friendship to something more wasn’t easy for him. Lexi, being who she is, didn’t let it slide, and Glenn found himself flustered, unsure how to navigate the shift. After that, life resumed as normal for both of us, following our separate paths once again. Then the pandemic happened. Life slowed down, and Glenn got reassigned to Texas. Suddenly, we were back in each other’s world. One day, Lexi called him out of the blue. No small talk—just straight to the point about how he had fumbled things in Denver. That conversation went back and forth for hours, but it was clear that neither of us had truly moved on. But the real shift came when Lexi decided to move to Houston. Glenn got the honor of driving her. That road trip from Dallas to Houston felt like the beginning of something new for us. We spent hours talking, laughing, and taking wrong exits, and somewhere along those stretches of highway, we both realized that this wasn’t just a move to a new city—it was the start of the next chapter for us. And here we are today. We fell in love somewhere along the way, but we probably knew it long before we admitted it. It took us a little time—and a long drive—to catch up to what our hearts already knew. We can’t wait to see where the road takes us next together.