We meet in the crowed halls of Pope John XXIII High School. The halls were packed with other students, pushing and shoving to get to their next class on time. With a handful of books, looking down at the ground focused on getting to my next class on time. My dear friend Keira says "Hey Kim, I want you to meet my friend Jake." As I start to say hello, my eyes go up, up and up. My first thought was "wow this guy is really tall." Second thought was "he has really long hair, surprised he doesn't get in trouble." As the school year went on, our friendship grew into something more. Jake asked me to be his date to the homecoming dance. As they always say at the end of sappy love stories, the rest is history.