We’d been in a flirtationship for several years. He was a cute lil skinny nerd and we were a little too young for me to feel like it was worth anything serious. Because he was my brothers best friend, I started seeing a lot more of him. I used to bring Noah and him leftover Cinnabon stuff after work and then we’d always end up hanging out. He mostly remembers the Cinnabon; I remember the flirtatious insult battles and sitting a little too close while watching Stranger Things. We grew up, grew apart, and grew back together. I had the great privilege of witnessing his baptism after he decided to give his life to Christ. I cried. And finally, after two long years of “will they-won’t they”, missed moments and always “getting over” each other while subtly pining on both ends, we finally figured out what we were to each other. Endgame.