We first met in middle school, which sounds like the beginning of a great love story, but back then we were just two kids who barely knew each other. A few years later, our sisters became best friends, which led to a family trip together to St. John in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Somewhere along the way, he started to like me. I took a little longer to come around, and of course, I didn’t make it too easy for him. A few months later, I realized just how special he was, and the rest is history. Almost eight years later, we are getting married — turns out, he was onto something from the very beginning.