It all started with an unexpected paintball trip. One of my best friends invited me to join them, and I happily said yes, not knowing that day would change my life. As we drove to the field, a red car sped past us, catching my attention. I couldn’t help but wonder why this driver seemed to be following us. My curiosity only grew until my friends finally laughed and revealed—he wasn’t some stranger; he was their good friend, Brandon. By the end of the night, we had spent time together, talked, and before he left, he asked for my number. But fate had one last moment planned for us. As he walked back to his car across the street, he slipped on ice and fell. To this day, we always joke that he quite literally fell for me that night. And the rest, as they say, is history.