At the time of our marriage, we will have been together for a little over eight and a half years. It has always felt as if we have spent our entire lives together. We often joke that it doesn't feel like we are two separate people, but two parts of the same person. The way we love eachother, communicate, and function in the world feels like we are one soul. Both of us have grown up at the same schools from the age of 11, but didn’t interact with eachother until our senior year of high school. We have found that over the years, there were so many instances of our paths crossing, and shared memories of that time. Kylie was even friends with Jack's cousin Emma in middle school. Kylie's mom remembered watching Jack perform in plays in elementary and middle school. We finally “met” eachother in our ceramics class in the 12th grade. There was a group project where our class had to split into pairs. After a few weeks of lunch dates, we finally made plans on a weekend to go on our first date in San Francisco (with Angie and Jason’s permission of course). A small cafe on Masonic, “Coffee to the People”, a spot we would frequent in college to relive those early months. From that point on, we were inseparable, and still feel that connection to this day. At 18 years old, when we were still in High School, Jack told his Dad that he was going to marry Kylie one day. Little did we know that the city where we had our first few dates would be the place we would live in through college. There wasn’t a conversation about whether or not we would attend the same school, we just both moved forward with the gut instinct that we would do it together. By sheer luck, we were placed in dorm rooms that were only a few doors down from eachother. More days than not, we only had the comfort of eachother through one of the toughest transition periods of our lives. Living in the dorms is a hard adjustment, but living in dorms in San Francisco is on another level. When we got our first house with roommates, it felt like we had won the lottery. We had a bedroom and bathroom all to ourselves, and we couldn’t have been happier. We went on small dates to coffee shops, explored the city by public transportation, and went to farmers' markets. Our little life in our first house in the city was a taste of what we knew we wanted for the rest of our lives, just without the 5 extra roommates. As time passed, we grew to learn how many simple things we both appreciated in life. Instead of fancy items and clothes, we prioritized experiences we could share. That sentiment has remained steadfast today. The Pandemic and quarantine threw our lives upside down, and we decided to move back in with our parents. It was never in question if we would stay together, we just had to find creative ways to feel connected. We ended up living back home for a little over two years. When the quarantine lifted, we found that spending weekends together gave us some of our sanity back as a couple. We vowed to never take living together for granted again. However, not all credit should go to us. We had the incredible support of both of our parents and siblings to make it work during this time. Our engagement was a fairytale and happened a few months before we finally moved back in with eachother. We went to dinner at our favorite Omakase sushi restaurant in San Francisco and spent the night and the following morning at the Fairmont Hotel. The weekend was under the guise of meeting up with a work client who conveniently “canceled”. Jack proposed at Coit Tower, where we shared one of our first-ever dates in high school. We have been engaged for over a year and a half, and it still feels so exciting and new. We now live in Santa Clara, and have a cute apartment that we share with Jack’s brother Tripp, and Tripp’s childhood friend Gilbert. We are in a happy and sunny neighborhood and love living in the South Bay.