We like to think our story began exactly the way it was meant to — somewhere between chance and perfect timing. I had grown up just north of Boston, and she had come all the way from Los Angeles for grad school at BU. We couldn’t have come from more different places, but somehow, the city found a way to bring us together. Our first date was at Puttshack in Boston — part mini golf, part laughter, part trying (and failing) to act like we weren’t both a little nervous. But by the end of the night, it felt like we had known each other for years. The conversation was effortless, the connection instant, and when we said goodnight, we both knew something special had just begun. Since that night, we’ve shared countless adventures, late-night drives, cross-country visits, and quiet moments that mean everything. Looking back, it’s amazing to think how one evening in Boston changed the course of both our lives.