we're getting married

They met on a random Tuesday morning during their first week at university. The campus shuttle was packed, as usual. She was standing, holding onto the rail, slightly annoyed that she had woken up so early for an 8 a.m. lecture. He was sitting by the window, pretending to scroll through his phone but actually trying to work up the courage to offer her his seat. When the bus made a sudden stop, she stumbled a little — and he instinctively reached out to steady her. “Sorry,” she laughed. “Not your fault,” he smiled. “These shuttle drivers think they’re in Formula 1.” She laughed again, this time a little longer. That was the first moment. The next morning, he saw her again. Same shuttle. Same time. This time, he didn’t hesitate. “You survived another ride,” he said. “And I didn’t fall today,” she replied proudly. They started saving each other seats. Then they started walking to class together. What began as shuttle small talk turned into conversations about dreams, family, fears, and what they wanted their futures to look like. By second year, they were inseparable. Study dates at the library turned into coffee breaks that lasted hours. Exam stress meant late-night calls and motivational speeches. They watched each other grow — through failed tests, new friendships, big wins, and the uncertainty of figuring out who they were becoming. By graduation, it wasn’t just a university romance anymore. It was partnership. Now, seven years later, they still joke about that first shuttle ride. They still tease each other about the dramatic “Formula 1” comment. They’ve moved apartments, started careers, faced long-distance months, and celebrated milestones together. And sometimes, when life feels overwhelming, they’ll drive past the university, park nearby, and watch the campus shuttles go by. Because that crowded little bus didn’t just take them to class. It took them to each other