Our love story begins on Thanksgiving Eve in 2017 at a bar we had no business being in. Mileah was a junior at UNH, home for the holiday, and Sam was at Syracuse. Mileah and Sam ended up at the Riptide Bar, where Sam knew Mileah was underage and used it as his opening line: “Let me see your ID.” Naturally, Mileah flashed her sketchy Maryland fake, and somehow, five minutes later, they were smooching in the corner like they'd known each other forever. To make things even more ridiculous, Mileah's dad’s friend happened to be at the bar and gave Sam the classic warning: “You better take care of her.” Mind you, they'd known each other all of five minutes, but Sam took it to heart. They dated for a few whirlwind months, but with long distance looming, they decided to go their separate ways. Fast forward to July 2020. Mileah had just moved back from Florida, and word got around that Sam might be at the same outdoor party Mileah was heading to in the city. On a whim, Mileah texted him. His response? “New phone, who dis.” Classic. Turns out he wasn’t at that party but he was going to be in Marblehead later that night. So, naturally, Mileah hopped in an Uber with Sam's friend and met Sam at Village Street Dock. Under the stars on that quiet dock, something just clicked. This time, no fake IDs, no warnings from family friends, just the two of them, stargazing and starting again. They've been together ever since. And as if the universe wanted to seal the deal, our dog Scout’s birthday just happens to fall on the exact day we re-met. Some love stories begin once. Ours got a second chance and we wouldn’t have it any other way.