Zach and I met while he was coaching my brother's youth football team. (Thanks Mom!) And after quite a bit of deliberation on my part, I decided to send him a message via Instagram. I'd all but accepted defeat by the time he replied to me seven days later. Once he finally got around to messaging me back, we traded texts as if making up for lost time and, finally, we agreed to meet for lunch. We ended up sitting in the restaurant talking for three and a half hours that day before he took me the long way home. Neither of us had ever felt so comfortable before. I didn't want it to end. A lot has changed since that day, but what has not, and what I hope never does, is my ability to get lost in conversation with my best friend.