Some love stories start with a grand moment, but ours began with something simple—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 happened to notice him. Call it fate or something written long before we knew it, but in that moment, I just knew he was going to be important. We became friends first, lingering after class for long conversations about books, movies, and all the little things that made us who we were. We found comfort in each other, and piece by piece, something deeper grew. Over the past 11 years, that quiet connection has shaped the life we’ve built together. It’s in the laughter we share while trying a new recipe, the cozy bookstore dates, and the way home has never been a place but the feeling of being beside each other. Through every season, every celebration, every little adventure, and every moment that has shaped our lives, we’ve held on to each other, steady in the knowing that we were always meant to find one another. And to think it all started with a seat in a college math class and that quiet pull of a thread tying us together long before we even knew.