Some love stories begin with a grand moment, but ours started quietly in a college math class in 2013. Micky had just transferred, and I had signed up for the class at the last minute. On that first day, as I looked for a seat, I noticed him. I couldn’t explain it, but something about that moment made me think he was going to matter. We became friends first, lingering after class to talk about books, movies, and all the little things that made us who we were. Slowly, that friendship turned into something more, and before we knew it, we were inseparable in the best possible way. This November will mark 12 years of being together. In that time, we’ve built a life full of laughter in the kitchen, cozy bookstore dates, and quiet, everyday moments that make home feel like just being beside each other. Through every season, celebration, and ordinary day in between, we’ve held on to each other, grateful for where we started and excited for everything ahead. And to think, it all began with a seat in a math class and a tiny spark that grew into forever