Victor and I unofficially met in the summer of 2008, in a high school English class. I was there to get an education, while he was there to be the disruptive class clown, often getting our classroom evacuated by letting off stink bombs in class and giving our English teacher a near heart attack. To this day, I tell him how I remember him giving me "mean" looks in class. He says, he was just, "checking me out!" Fast forward to about a year later, and we ran into one another while in college. I truly believe fate stepped in when we happened to both be in the same psychology class. I mustered up the courage to message him on MySpace (yes, MySpace was still a thing then!) and for the next half year, we were inseparable. Eventually, our "love story" fizzled out and life took us in different directions for a while. Somehow, we came back into each other's lives a couple of years later. I don't think we expected anything to come out of us hanging out again. However, without us even being aware of it, we were picking back up our love story where it left off back in college. Since that winter night on December 21, 2011, when he showed up at my house with a bouquet of flowers, we have been continually adding new chapters to our love story. Some chapters have been full of love and happiness. Some chapters have been heartbreaking, sad, and sometimes even full of uncertainty. But, despite the ups and downs, one thing is certain – our story has been a beautiful one.