It all started in the most New York way possible — at a train station. We were both commuting to St. Francis College, unknowingly living parallel lives until fate (and a delayed train) stepped in. During my freshman year, we ended up in the same Philosophy class. I saw him across the room — quiet, thoughtful, maybe a little too cool to be taking notes (but still somehow always knew the answers). He noticed me too, though we didn’t say a word. The very next day, he missed his usual train at his usual station. Total accident — or maybe destiny being sneaky. He came to my station instead, and that’s where it all really began. He said hello. Just one word, but it was enough. From that day on, he started showing up at my station every morning. Rain or shine, delayed train or not, there he was — waiting, smiling, saying hi like it was the most normal thing in the world. What started with missed trains and shy hellos turned into daily conversations, long rides into the city, sushi dates between classes, and eventually, something we couldn’t imagine our lives without. Fast forward eight years later, and we’ve shared more than just morning commutes. We've grown up together, cheered each other on, learned from each other, and laughed more times than we can count. Looking back, it’s kind of wild — a missed train led to the love of our lives. And now, we're boarding the next train together... forever.