We were only 18 when we met, it was freshman year and we were studying Psychology 101. A lecture hall of 250+ people. Nick would say that it was "love at first sight", maybe so, but from that point on, without realizing, our paths synced - like two objects orbiting the same world we were meant to eclipse, just not there and just not then. And not again 5 years later. A sushi restaurant in Rochester, Nicks first time consuming raw fish, us too nervous to realize the ineffable potential, those invisible powers conspiring in the background. We end the night agreeing to “be friends” and “stay in touch”. What’s meant to be will be. The moral so far, trust your journey and please, don’t eat the sushi in Rochester. It was two years later, the universe continued to push us together. We are both in Astoria, our final destination before the finale of our separate, solitary cosmic condition. Nick had an extra ticket to a Syracuse game so he asked me to go with him - a basketball game, Nick was in his element. Not a tuna or eel roll in sight, just a game he loved and a star he’s been gazing at for the better part of a decade, his gaze reciprocated in mine. After years of living parallel lives, revolving around a single point our journeys aligned in the same way that worlds are formed, the way stars created, all powerful and seemingly infinite. I believe the world will only give you what you want and need when you are ready to appreciate it, and our love has only continued to grow since. Oh, and if you’re wondering if Syracuse won that night, they did. We all did.