We met in middle school—young, awkward, and totally unaware of how important we’d become to each other someday. We were just kids back then, but somehow, we clicked. In 7th grade, we “dated” the way middle schoolers do: passing notes, texting after school, and maybe holding hands when no one was looking. It was innocent, sweet, and something neither of us really forgot. We were each other's FIRST kiss. But life moved on, the way it does. High school came, and we went our separate ways. Different friends, different paths. We didn’t stay in touch much, and it seemed like maybe that little 7th grade spark was just a memory. And then—somehow, after all those years—we reconnected. Not as middle schoolers anymore, but as two people who had lived, grown, and changed… yet still felt something familiar. That spark? It never really went out. It had just been waiting. Now, looking back, it’s kind of amazing. We had this tiny chapter so early on, closed the book for a while, and then picked it back up years later—only to realize the story wasn’t over. It was just getting started.