It all began on New Year’s Eve 2015, when Connor spent the night trailing me around a party until I finally gave in and let him be my midnight kiss. I figured it would be just a moment, but he somehow became my New Year’s kiss for life. A few months later, I needed a last-minute date for prom. Everyone told me to ask someone else, but something in me kept gravitating toward Connor. He was younger (15 to my very sophisticated 16), and normally that would have been a dealbreaker. But I listened to my gut, and not my friends, and texted him to make sure he’d say yes, and got back the ever-romantic reply: “Sure, I guess.” Around spring break in Siesta Key, we found ourselves texting nonstop and eventually met up. We had the best time together, so much so that the next day, Connor asked me if I could bring money to the pizza shop because he and his friends came up short. Not exactly a fairy-tale gesture, but somehow it worked. From pranks and teenage schemes to growing up side by side, Connor has always had my heart. I may never understand how he swindled me back then, but I do know this: there’s no one else I’d rather spend my life with.