I first met Taylor in the poorly lit, oddly decorated room where we met a lot of our friends, because it was the concert venue for the Georgia Tech musician’s network. She made an immediate impression on me: astute, empathetic, attractive, and very compelling. We got acquainted in the songwriting workshop, and in the lobby of the math building, and on the sidewalk with acoustic guitars. In the spring of 2017 we had a sandwich date so good that we agreed it was a date, and the relationship took off. Then we tried singing dates, hiking dates, and cooking dates. Each was enough of a success that it led to more dates, and to years of becoming more deeply involved in each other’s lives. I loved exploring Atlanta and Georgia with Taylor, agreeing and disagreeing with Taylor, showing up to concerts and parties with Taylor. We spent Christmas of 2020 in Connecticut with my family, relieved to spend some time anywhere but quarantined in our Atlanta apartment. We had no idea what the future would hold (spoiler: new jobs, new apartment in Connecticut, new cat), but I knew I wanted our whole future to be together. So I gathered some picnic supplies, a scenic address, and my courage. Then, on December 28, 2020, I got the answer I wanted.