Like many modern love stories, ours started on Tinder. What didn't happen like most Tinder stories was that after talking on the phone the very first day, he casually told me he loved me. Most people would of probably ran at this point... but somehow, I didn't. After only two days of talking, we decided to meet in person. We made plans to meet on Saturday. After he got out of school on Saturday, he came and picked me up from campus for our first date. The original plan sound simple enough: go to his house, hang out around a fire, and eat hotdogs. Easy right? well... in order to get to his house we had to get on the Interstate, and I realized this guy lived in the absolute middle of nowhere. At this point, I was questioning every life decision that had led me there. Meanwhile he was completely calm, probably wondering why i looked like I was preparing to be featured on a true crime documentary. Thankfully, instead of becoming a missing persons case, I ended up eating Casey's pizza, laughing all night, and feeling more comfortable with him than I expected. I even stayed the night- which, looking back, either meant I trusted him very quickly or the Casey's pizza was just that convincing. What started as a slightly questionable Tinder date turned into the easiest, most natural love story either of us could've imagined. Somewhere between the backroads, bonfire plans, and pizza, we found our person- and we've been choosing each other ever since.