Tiffany met Kenneth during their sophomore year at university. It was in a crowded lecture hall for an elective neither of them wanted to take — Introduction to Philosophy. Kenneth always sat in the second row with a notebook full of doodles, while Tiffany arrived late almost every class, coffee in hand and earbuds still in. One day, the professor randomly assigned a debate partner project. Tiffany groaned. Kenneth smiled. They were paired together. Their first meeting was awkward — she was blunt and driven, he was laid-back and quiet — but they surprised each other. He liked the way she challenged everything, and she liked how he listened without needing to win. They stayed after class long after the project was done, sharing stories and walking across campus late into the night. By graduation, they were inseparable. Years later, on a crisp fall afternoon, surrounded by the golden leaves of the same campus where they met, Tiffany walked down a tree-lined path in a simple white dress, holding sunflowers. Kenneth waited under an arch of string lights, tears in his eyes and a nervous smile. Their ceremony was small — close friends, family, and their old philosophy professor who still didn’t understand how those two ended up together. But as they exchanged vows — heartfelt, handwritten, and filled with inside jokes only they understood — no one had a doubt. It wasn’t a perfect wedding. The cake was slightly lopsided. Kenneth forgot his tie. Tiffany tripped on her way back down the aisle and burst out laughing. But it was real. It was them. And it was the start of forever.