Once upon a classroom, we were just two faces in a sea of students—he, one of the tallest in the room with dance moves that lit up the stage; I, the quiet one yet sassy sometimes with my head in the books and dreams in my eyes. We went through high school like parallel lines—close, but never quite meeting. It wasn't until the last year in high school that our paths truly intertwined. Thanks to mutual friends and a group where playful endearments flew freely, we found ourselves saying more than just “hi.” Then came that message: "How are you, budz?" Simple, unexpected, and oddly charming. That text sparked the first flicker of something special. I found out he was a Christian—a quiet but steady light that added depth to his charm. And just like that, casual conversations turned into late-night talks, shared dreams, and laughter that never seemed to end. From unlikely classmates to God's perfectly timed plan, our love grew not from grand gestures, but from little moments stitched together by grace. And now, here we are—turning a story of serendipity into a promise of forever.