By Elie & Melanie We technically met during a group ice skating night—shoutout to our mutual friends for dragging us out. Melanie spent most of the night trying not to fall, while Elie glided around like he actually knew what he was doing. We only exchanged a few words—nothing memorable. Honestly, we didn’t think much of it at the time. Fast forward a few months to a Super Bowl party. We ended up sitting near each other right before the halftime show. As soon as Rihanna hit the stage, we both lit up—turns out we were way more excited about the music than the game. One of us (we still argue about who said it first) joked, “This is the only reason I came.” That sparked our first real conversation, and we’ve pretty much been talking ever since. We started hanging out more—movies, music, long talks. Everything just felt easy. Natural. Like we’d known each other longer than we had. No one ever made sense before Elie.
 No one ever made sense before Melanie. Melanie lovingly listens to all the random fun facts Elie knows.
 And Elie listens (patiently!) while Melanie yaps about every random thought in her head—and somehow never gets tired of it. It’s a patient love. Quiet, steady, deeply understood by both of us. The kind you grow into, not rush into. The kind that feels like home.