Some love stories begin with a spark. Ours began with two kids growing up on the same street. Distant stars in the same galaxy, close enough to orbit each other, yet never quite crossing paths. We both started on Stuyvesant Road in Pittsford. We passed each other in the halls of middle and high school, sang in the same chorus, and even shared the same football field. Phil playing under the Friday night lights, and Kelly cheering on the sidelines for her one year as a cheerleader instead of a soccer player. Life kept us near, but never at the same moment. Then came the years of wandering. Kelly headed to Bucknell, then London, New York City, and Hoboken. Phil went to Alfred, then Camp Pendleton, Afghanistan, back to Rochester for Nazareth, on to Syracuse for Law School, and finally Elmira. Two full lives unfolding, always somehow parallel. And then, as if the universe finally decided it was time, we both found ourselves back in Pittsford on a quiet Sunday night in July of 2023. A match. A first date the very next day. A budding “high school” romance in our 30s. Weekends in Elmira and Hoboken, countless miles traveled, and a feeling that our stars had finally, beautifully aligned. Kelly still thanks her lucky stars that fate brought us together. Phil still pretends he’s not the romantic one. And now we’re here, ready for forever… which somehow doesn’t feel long enough.