We met in elementary school, around 2nd or 3rd grade. Funny enough, our older siblings were in high school together and would joke about us getting together someday. I had a crush on him all the way through middle school. He was the cool boy, always dating the popular girls, while I was awkward and gave off full emo vibes. In high school, I ended up transferring to a different school, but one day we bumped into each other at our church youth group. We had a moment where we had to share a Bible—and he tried to kiss me! In church! Absolutely not, sir. Not long after, he confessed he had a crush on me, and honestly, little me back then would have died if he had said that earlier. We dated for a few months, but at the end of the day, we were both just 14, so it didn’t last. He actually broke up with me—although to this day he swears it was the other way around. Later, I transferred to his high school and saw him all the time, but nothing ever happened. We graduated, and that was that… until one day, I got a text from a random number. It was Gio, apologizing and trying to clear the air about high school. Turns out he’d bumped into my friend at the store, asked for my number, and she gave it to him. We talked for a bit, but I told him nothing was ever going to happen because, in my mind, we just never worked. He was so taken aback that we stopped talking for months. Then, he reached out again, admitting he’d overreacted and that we could just stay friends. Obviously, that didn’t last. After months of him wanting to see me or hang out, my little sister used him to bring us coffee—and he jumped at the opportunity, just so he could see me. That day, he came over… and he kept coming back. The rest is basically history. We both agree that maybe we are each other’s soulmates—it just had to happen later in life.