Our story began during freshman year at Wilson College, a time of firsts for both of us. It was the college’s inaugural season for the baseball team, and they’d just introduced a special First-Year Seminar class for student-athletes. As fate would have it, we were randomly placed in the same seminar. Peter noticed me early on and, in true Peter fashion, found thoughtful ways to strike up conversations—lingering after class, walking with me between buildings, always finding reasons to make me laugh. His persistence was sweet, never pushy, and slowly but surely, we began to gravitate toward each other. One afternoon, our class took a field trip to the college farm a sprawling stretch of fields and sunshine just beyond the edge of campus. After the group headed back, Peter stayed behind with me in the sunflower field. The golden light of late afternoon spilled across the sunflower field, and he asked to take some photos of me among the flowers. It was one of those small, quiet moments that ends up meaning more than you realize. A few weeks later, he asked if I wanted to hang out again. I told him—half-joking—that I was too busy doing laundry and watching Gossip Girl. To my surprise, he said, “Okay, I’ll be over.” We stayed up late that night watching the show, talking for hours, and sharing that easy comfort you only feel with someone who truly gets you. That night was the beginning of something real—and we’ve been growing together ever since.