We met junior year of high school in American History, thanks to assigned seats that placed us right next to each other. He was always quick to start a conversation, and I was a little more reserved—but we quickly found ourselves talking every morning about the news in class and laughing over the smallest things. By the end of the semester, I had grown so used to seeing him that I assumed it was just a sweet memory when the class ended. So when I walked into my new classroom for the second semester and saw him walk in, it felt like a funny coincidence—almost like the universe wasn’t quite done with us yet. Then the teacher announced assigned seats again, and somehow he ended up sitting right in front of me. From that point on, we talked even more, started spending time together outside of school, and what began as easy conversation slowly turned into something much deeper. What started as a simple seating chart turned into a love story we never expected—but one we’re so grateful for.