We're getting married!!

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We often laugh about how clueless we were back in sophomore year, when we were just two kids sitting a few desks apart, sharing nothing more than nervous smiles and the occasional eye-roll over a boring lecture. Back then, we never would’ve guessed that we’d become each other’s person—the one who understood our weird sense of humor, the one who always asked, “How’s your day going?” and actually wanted the real answer. Our world started to shift when we began wandering over to the local library after school. We told ourselves we were there to “study,” but honestly, we spent more time trading dumb jokes, complaining about our impossible math homework, and whispering about the future, which felt as uncertain as it was exciting. In that hushed, book-scented corner, we got comfortable enough to hold hands for the first time. And yes, that’s also where we shared our first kiss—quiet, a little shaky, and absolutely perfect. In that moment, surrounded by shelves older than our grandparents and the faint creak of wooden floors, everything fell into place: we realized we were falling in love. We wish we could say the rest was smooth sailing, but as Shakespeare once put it, “the course of true love never did run smooth.” We faced our share of detours and complicated schedules. When college took us to different cities—one of us in Champaign, the other back in Chicago—we learned to appreciate train rides, midnight phone calls, and the simple joy of seeing each other’s face after too many weeks apart. Later on, when a job lured one of us off to New York, we found ourselves negotiating time zones and quick weekend visits, holding tight to the tiny rituals that made us, well, us. But if there’s one thing we learned through all the ups and downs, it’s that the laughter and closeness we found in that library never really left us. It guided us back home—this time, under the same roof. Now we share a place that’s become our home, where the walls hold the warmth of laughter and the memories we’ve collected. The couch has seen its share of movie nights and takeout dinners, and we still crack each other up over the dumbest jokes, still complain about our days, and still ask each other “How’s your day going?”—knowing we’ll always listen, no matter what. Looking back, it’s hard to believe how far we’ve come from those shy smiles in sophomore year. But here we are, excited and grateful, ready to celebrate this next chapter with all of you—our favorite people. We hope that when you read our story and see us standing together, hand in hand, you’ll understand that from that quiet library to this happy home, we’ve always done this together, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.